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In my time like water, I buried the edges and corners erased by years. There have been persistence, wandering, hope and helplessness. Move forward slowly and grow slowly. When I look back, many things have been blurred, but many things are still fresh in my memory. The Northeast is always like this. During the Spring Festival, the ice and snow here will not melt completely. I always feel that time flies. The scene of Spring Festival last year seems to be still as yesterday, but the new year has come. Looking back on the past year, I experienced the first big turning point in the history of my life, including laughter, tears, progress and decadence, but all of these will be sealed in the past of life with the passage of time, turning into two words of the past. When I woke up that morning, the sky was still bright and I was too lazy to get up in bed. It suddenly occurred to me that I had already been sitting in the classroom at this time last year and I was still in senior three last year, every day, I run around the 2.1 line between my home and the school. It is said that this year’s Senior Three is worse than last year’s. In order to improve students’ performance, the school only gives them seven days off during the Spring Festival, I think there is always a pleasure of gloom. Hey, exam-oriented education, I won’t talk about it. It’s really endless to say. It’s all tears! Therefore, life is destined to go through many hardships and hardships, and no one can escape the situation that life has set for us. Or we are all actors in our own lives, and we are used to concealing ourselves according to the script, saying the prescribed words and doing the final things. In the year of 2009, I felt that I had grown up a lot, saw many people clearly, understood many things, and understood many rules and systems in my life. In a flash, the 2010 New Year has come. In fact, I didn’t like the Spring Festival since I was young. I didn’t like the bustle of people. As for me being easily ignored by others, a slightly better explanation is that I am happy and quiet, so I don’t want to communicate with others, so I don’t get noticed. But or another explanation is that I was easily ignored since I was young, which led to my happy and quiet personality. But now think about it, it doesn’t matter. Others live others, I live mine, everyone can feel their sadness and happiness in their own flickering life. In fact, I also forgot when I fell in love with the words. Most of the time, I tap something on the keyboard with my hands gently. It doesn’t have to be luxurious, but only for sincerity and truth, record the happiness or dissatisfaction in life, and put into it, I can release myself undisguisedly, take it as the sustenance and support of my soul, and also become the pleasure of my life. Therefore, there are always many things in life, which will make us feel happiness and comfort. As long as we look sincerely, we will always find something that makes us feel worth investing and paying. When the new year comes, I will always make my expectations and blessings for myself this year. Looking back on the past 20 years, sadness and happiness have become the passing clouds in my life. For the brand-new 2010, I only hope that everything will go smoothly and the years will be quiet and good. Dear 2010, don’t be alright! Praise on February 7th, 2010 (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…

I and

It was more than 30 years ago that I first met diary, and it was 25 years ago that I really loved to write diary. This was due to the car accident of my younger brother 25 years ago, not that car accident, not because of the misunderstanding of a female classmate and then had a good impression on her, and fell into the (unrequited love) Love Network and couldn’t get out of it. I am afraid that I will lose my life with literature. That was Gongyuan. On August 24, 1985, I went back to school as usual. I didn’t expect to be told that my brother had a car accident until more than ten o’clock. Parents, relatives and friends were so anxious that they had searched all the major hospitals in the city, but they had not seen their younger brother. I didn’t know what happened until later. At about eight o’clock that morning, my second uncle came to my house and asked my father: brother, did anyone go out today? I saw a shelf car along the road in the east of the village, which looked like ours. Father said: The Third Army (called his younger brother at home) went to sell vegetables this morning. After that, they went to have a look together. At this time, they were anxious. The car turned over and lay in the ditch on the roadside. Some of the wax gourd in the ditch were rotten and some were cracked, which were very messy, but the driving car was missing. Both parents and relatives ran to find his younger brother. It was not until ten o’clock that he realized that his younger brother met his neighbor’s aunt and aunt on his way back and took him to the county health School hospital, the younger brother said that after the car hit him, he put him in the car and made a few rounds in the city. Finally, he was placed at the gate of a hospital in Xiguan (Zhongshan Hospital now) and ran away. At about eight o’clock in the morning, the working man only asked the injured brother who was lying on the ground when he saw him. No one took him to see him first, and the doctor didn’t say any medical ethics to save the Dead and heal the wounded. At that time, the favor was so weak. Later, my brother came back with pain, and there were six or seven miles in the period. I can’t imagine how my brother walked so far.! Since then, I have also changed and determined to learn literature well. Although I don’t know much about literature, the first thing is to write a good composition, I will start from the most basic. Accumulate more materials and keep a diary. Although it was during my second reading, I still insisted on taking the time of lunch break or class in the afternoon to go to the newspaper column of Xuchang High School which was a mile away from our school, read newspapers and make records twice a day. Almost rain or rain, for this reason, the teacher in charge of the class has not criticized me less. In this way, the annual national college entrance examination was held. In the examination room, when writing a composition, it is no longer like searching for dry intestines and rice as before. Because I have memorized a lot of things and broadened my mind, I can say that it is handy, and the Chinese level has improved by more than ten points compared with the previous year. Later, I entered the Junior College of Liberal Arts. I have been accompanied by my diary for 25 spring and autumn days and nights. It can be said that this year is the silver wedding anniversary of my first partner and me. I deeply love my second partner. But I love my first partner more, my soul partner. This year is also the anniversary of my 15-year marriage with my second partner. I love both of my partners very much. Hold your hands and grow old with you. Never leave, never give up, never regret for life. I love my first partner. Whenever I have something to say, I always want to say it to my first partner. She won’t be angry with me for a moment of incomprehension. She is so considerate, tolerant and kind. She doesn’t get bored with me every time I tell. My happiness, my distress, my sorrow, my sorrow. So docile. However, sometimes I dare not reveal my true feelings to her, because sometimes my second partner peeped at her, and after my thoughts and practices were seen by her, she would lose her temper to me if she couldn’t understand it for a moment, which would affect our relationship. For example, I met friends I hadn’t seen for many years, and I gathered together; For example, I met my favorite books in the street, and I bought them without hesitation; for example, my friend asked me for help for a short time. Can I help?…… Many happy, A lot of troubles, a lot of reluctance, how reluctant I am. At that time, my happiness and sorrow can only be deeply buried in my heart. At that time, I realized that when a man asked what he had to hide some private money, it was just like the pain of being stuck in his throat and not complaining. My second partner would not know it. Never leave, never give up, never regret for life. My two partners, please allow me to love you deeply. May you live in harmony, day and night. I also clearly remember that I didn’t remember any diary before I was 19 years old. Although the teacher also asked to keep a diary, it was just for learning. The diary of true love was written 26 years ago after my brother had a car accident. People who keep diaries usually have secrets in their hearts that they don’t want others to know. Therefore, people who keep diaries don’t want anyone to peek at them. I also remember that the title page of a diary clearly reads: spring is not coming, flowers are not blooming, and it is not right to peek at the diary. It is immoral to peek at other people’s diaries, but in my twenty years of keeping diaries, there have been several times when my diaries have been peeked. At that time, it was as uncomfortable and unforgettable as the scar was uncovered. In April 20, my diary was peeked by my classmates, and there was no place to hide any secrets that I didn’t want others to know. At that time, I fell in unrequited love with a girl in my class, and then I realized that it was a misunderstanding that made me start to fall in love. I didn’t know whether it was good or bad for I am, because of a classmate’s peek, and let several students in the same dormitory know. Later, in order to help me get out of the mire, one of my classmates asked the girl to tell her my feelings for her. Although I still couldn’t get out of that network in the following years, I didn’t know what would happen if the secret could be kept until now or longer. But at that time, being peeked at the diary could also be said to be a kind of pain for me. I also clearly remember that one day in April, 1992, the diary was peeped by my colleagues and torn off. At that time, I was selling sugar, tobacco and alcohol in a salesroom of the supply and marketing cooperative. I went to have a haircut on the morning of April 23. I didn’t expect to put my diary up before leaving. I remembered that he would read my diary when I had a haircut, but I can’t go back and let it go. Let him see. I knew that the diary had been peeked when I saw the diary was put on the book when I sent it back. Then he began to talk about his reason; He talked about the extra money from selling alcohol and tobacco, and gave his classmates the wine to make up for the loss; he said that he deducted 70 yuan of cigarettes from distant place, saying that lao fan and others had spent a lot of money to entertain people before; He said that he was angry after reading the diary; they said that I wrote them in the diary intentionally and wanted the manager to know; They said that the almost posthumous words I wrote were forced by them; They said that what he had done in the past two years was also worthy of me;……. Since he had read it, otherwise he wouldn’t have today’s explanation. Then I said: return the torn diary to me, and you have also read it and explained it, I also understand, give me to burn these four pages of diary. I could burn those few pages of diaries, but I couldn’t burn the history that the diary was stolen. I can’t add and write a few pages of diary I tore up completely. Even if I don’t add it, when I see the incoherent diary, I will still think of this unforgettable memory. He also said that I was a gentleman with the heart of a villain. He peeked at his colleague’s diary and tore it up. Can it be called a gentleman? It is infringement! Even if I wrote his bad words, only myself knew it, and it was just to vent the depression in my heart. It did not harm him and did not have any negative effects on him, but his actions made me disdain. I can’t find a reliable friend and write what I want to say in the diary. Is this guilty? Besides, my diary is neither public nor ready to be made public. Nearly two or ten years have passed, and I don’t want to say anything more. I just want to say that everyone should be self-respecting, and self-respecting will win the respect of others. After this, I didn’t expect another thing happened four years later when my diary was peeked. After getting married, my wife knew that I had the habit of keeping a diary, and curiosity drove her to read my diary several times secretly. Sometimes she would feel that reading my diary was a kind of enjoyment, but she was also angry with me because she peeked at my diary, which made the couple cold war for many days and became the same passers-. After knowing that she would peek at my diary, I lost some fun again. Because I can no longer freely vent my depression, happiness and thoughts. There are often times when couples have to say nothing, which mostly takes into account the incomprehension of the other party and is afraid of affecting the harmony of the relationship. Sometimes you can only enjoy your own difficulties and joys and sorrows. Some of his behaviors were said out to be angry for fear that the other party could not accept them. At that time, they were only written in the diary. A diary is just a diary, not a novel, but a true exposure of personal thoughts. A diary is a free space of personal soul, where only one can say nothing and be a true self. Everyone should respect the spiritual paradise of others. 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…

Uncertainty

Whether it is sunny or rainy is a kind of weather and mood. On a gloomy day, sitting alone for a whole day, a cup of strong tea became plain boiled water. Time can’t remember Saibei autumn wind Iron Horse, forget the misty rain apricot flowers. Light, light, we are like the wind in the morning, melting into the flow of silent time. You jumped and smiled, but now you were quiet and silent, looking into my eyes silently. What did you see from there? Is it a hide-and-seek child at the end of the rape field or petals dancing in the wind under the cherry tree? Silent, silent, you can hear the flute of dream butterfly, escaping from Haoliang and walking towards us slowly. Finally, we still looked at each other lightly, and we no longer had the devotion to each other at the beginning. I painstakingly built a cyan nest on the bank of the river, with the smell of wormwood and orchid. The river flowed quietly, and I had a quiet dream with her. In my dream, the sky became cyan, and blue fish swam happily. The sky is dark, neither sunny nor rainy; People are indifferent, neither sad nor happy. The sunlight on the brow trudged from the sky outside the clouds and stopped there crazily. It turned out that there was a wild deer drinking water along the stream at the end of the stream. It wandered in the sunny mountain forest all morning and came under the waterfall. The sound of water is clear, and every tree scattered in the forest will not feel lonely along the way. It lowered its head to drink water, and saw the orchid grass in the pool where the water was surging. Orchid grass does not grow at the bottom of the water, but clings to the stone wall beside the turbulent waterfall. The crisp green dimples all the colorful colors, and the distant fragrance dissipates all the fragrance. At that moment, the Mountain Spring stopped exchanging greetings, the birds stopped singing, and the whole world was quiet. Since then, the orchid has been growing in that morning, losing spring, summer, autumn and winter and changing seasons. The weather there is neither sunny nor rainy; The deer is neither sad nor happy. It has been wandering among the mountains and forests, and there is only that Orchid in its eyes. Until its death, there is only that Orchid in its eyes. Days Qiao, cloudless, north wind Ching Hai. In a flash, the wind and clouds surged, but the rain was always late. Therefore, it was neither sunny nor rainy, neither sad nor happy, and sat quietly, realizing the antecedents. The wind blows from the south, sending out salt from the sea. Is the fish in the South China Sea OK? Is the height of 90,000 miles far? When you mentioned that fragmented story, I couldn’t remember it any more. Amnesia is a great realm. How can there be cloudy, sunny, windy, cold and hot weather after being spoiled, humiliated and forgotten? I gradually liked the feeling of making a cup of strong tea into plain boiled water. As soon as the slight smell of grass and wood came into my throat, I felt relieved about the fleeting years and the changeable personnel. Life is not carefully designed for you. Accidental evolution is destined to merge into a river with ups and downs, but after going away, the river still goes forward steadily. You asked me what color is tomorrow? I said, tomorrow is a new color. New is originally a kind of color, which is so unique and refreshing every day. Therefore, we painted new colors every day. The thin sunshine stopped at the tip of my eyebrows. I drank tea like boiled water and entered another world in a daze: the weather there was neither sunny nor rainy, but warmer than sunny and fresher than rainy. May you and I have a sunny and rainy sky! 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…

Tongue

At the corner of the bustling snack street, we walked into a quiet and deep hutong where objects were piled up in front of every door. This was the silhouette of the life of old Beijingers. Walking here, it seems that you can still feel the simple but colorful life atmosphere in hutong in the 1980 s and 1990 s, the breakfast shops selling fried dough sticks and bean curd in hutong mouth, and the small shops buying Jelly Bean soda. Near Dongzhimen and Dongdan, there are still many original, tortuous and narrow old hutongs. When you drive into the hutongs with difficulty, the uncle and aunt must cast their dissatisfied eyes, it seems that your appearance has broken the peace here for a hundred years, and I am one of the people who disturb the peace every once in a while. As a fake foodie, I don’t eat professionally, because I am afraid of getting fat, so I don’t eat anytime and anywhere regardless of calories and time, but when I encounter delicious food, I will choose to lose memory temporarily, forget about losing weight. My memory loss is my temporary stay in Hong Kong. Let’s talk about the origin of the name first. It can’t be said that the boss is casual, but it is also at the right time. The hostess has raised two cats, one happy and one rice ball, take one of them. This is the origin of Happy Meals. Xifan is built in hutong, which naturally conforms to the overall design of Quadrangle. There is a wing room on both sides of the East and West, and the main room in the middle is the dining room. There is a wooden dining table in the middle of the restaurant, which occupies 1/3 of the whole room. There are several shelves beside the wall, on which are the small things brought back by the owner during the trip, and samples of all kinds of wine in the world. The restaurant does not accept the door-to-door without reservation, and the menu is not fixed. Only when you arrive at the restaurant on the same day can you know what to eat. It can be said that you like the meal from the geographical location, restaurant decoration, boss taste, and the chef’s character is full of conflict harmony. Satisfied with the enjoyment of the tip of the tongue, walking out of the yard and gently covering the door of the upper yard, the burning fragrance in the air also slowly dispersed. Walking to the mouth of hutong and looking back from the rearview mirror, I could not tell which family I like rice, in this way, it was hidden in the surrounding quiet courtyard. 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…

My

The sunshine is very good, the clothes are so hot that the heat goes through the fiber to the skin, which makes people feel a little dizzy. A newly bought deck chair also smells of light paint. I closed my eyes slightly and lay on it, bathing in the sunshine. The air flows slowly, bringing a little fragrance of flowers and the cry of yellow warbler, which is not strong and lazy. Sandy lay on his feet and yawned —— my dog. Occasionally, there were three or two sounds of car whistling from far away from the wall of the community. It was a little bad for the scenery, and my eyelids couldn’t help beating a few times. This is my yard, which is located in an old community beside the Bank of Dianpu River. It is only about 30 square meters, but it is also taken care of by my old father-in-law. Needless to say the green vegetable bed, I left a circle of bare soil along the white iron fence in the yard, 70 centimeters wide. Different vegetables are planted in different seasons, including leeks, beans, pumpkin, okra, celery and so on. They Also harvest a lot of freshness and joy throughout the year. Last year, my father-in-law planted several loofah along the outside of the fence, and the green vines covered the whole summer and autumn. There is no need to say the smooth stone shaft, the tall acacia tree and the purple Mulberry. My apartment is located on one side of the central garden of the community. The yard is surrounded by Camellia, osmanthus and wintersweet, every three or five steps is a tree. I planted a small cherry tree outside the fence and a row of aloe. There are also several rose trees, which can cover the whole fence this summer. The two vines on the easternmost side of the yard have climbed to the top of the shelf, and the harvest is in sight. The flowers and plants that his wife found from the flower market were neatly arranged around the vegetable bed, which were dense and full of seventy or eighty kinds. Although not very good at maintenance, occasionally one or two potted flowers wither. Fortunately, my wife likes to visit the flower market, and those who unfortunately died in battle can always be supplemented in time. All kinds of flowers have been blooming all the year round. Lying in the yard like me in the sun, I didn’t feel lonely at all. Although my yard is not equal to the corner of Mr. last week’s House, everyone’s leisure interest should be the same. It is not comparable to the courtyard of the villa. I am too lazy to compare anything with my joy. After working hard, I like to make a cup of tea, take a book casually, lie in the chair, blow the wind, smell the fragrance of flowers and bask in the sun. Sometimes when inspiration comes, I will also sing a song. My old dreams are short and I often wake up early. My little girl loves to sleep late. Where can I pass dance music outside the building and where can I find smoke in the city? The wind drops and pear flowers rain in spring, and the sun grows red and snow clouds pave the sky. A cup of tea, Zen and cloud, is suitable for leisure. The world of mortals has its own annoyance, and it is difficult for mediocre people to eliminate them. Hundreds of years of seeking for the same morning dew, wandering all the way to forget Sichuan. Although the yard is small, it can be temporarily isolated from the world. Although there are no small pavilions and pavilions and winding paths in the square inch of land, the flowers and the world are enough to make people wander in their hearts and enjoy a leisurely poetic life. Like today, with the warm sunshine, the fragrance of flowers is faint, the breeze is gentle, lazy and trance, just like floating in the sea of flowers, the snow vanishing 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…

Said tea

I like tea. I didn’t like tea when I was young, and I always felt that tea was bitter and astringent. But when I came home from school every day, when I was thirsty, I always went to my father to drink the tea he made, and my father always scolded: OK, OK, I will continue to drink, and I will ignore it, every time he drank it happily, there was only tea left in his cup. After a long period of time, I got used to the taste of tea. When I drank plain boiled water, I felt relieved and even felt and rejected the peculiar smell of plain boiled water. Later, when I was getting older and older, I went to sell tea by myself and realized that the tea I usually drank was just the most common Maojian in Xinyang. However, although the tea was ordinary, it was indispensable every day. After drinking too much, I realized some truth, and always felt how similar life was to tea. I didn’t know how to worry when I was young, but I insisted on worrying. At that time, friends gathered together and often liked to go to restaurants, ordering some simple dishes and some bottles of wine, and chatting while drinking. After drinking a little tipsy, the words became more and more. At first, they were all over the world, then they drank and chatted until they were dark. However, wine was not good either. The good thing was that I knew each other, if you don’t know each other, as long as you are here, after a few cups, you will immediately get familiar with them and become brothers. It seems that I have known each other for at least ten years, so the interpersonal communication can’t be separated from wine, which can eliminate the sense of distance. The bad thing is, what should be said, what shouldn’t be said, what should be done, what shouldn’t be done, unified and poured out. Don’t you know that the temper of wine is like gasoline after all. If you enter the stomach, it is like pouring into the stove. If you don’t burn it casually, you will never give up. When the wine is half full, there may be some words that are not speculative. It is natural that you will lose your nose and face. A pot of turbid wine was happy to meet each other. There were many things in ancient and modern times. I always believed that most of those gentlemen drank rice wine and gave them three to five bottles of Erguotou to see how they laughed.. But tea is different. When friends meet, the only cup of tea is enough. In life, maybe there are many friends, but there are only two or three people who can be called bosom friends. Since you are a bosom friend, you don’t have to pretend when talking to each other. You can take off the mask of normal appearance, laugh and scold, and act willingly. You don’t need to use wine to strengthen your courage. People who drink together may be friends and friends, but those who can really drink tea together must be a close friend. To tea, supercilious, not pro not Yang, elegant tranquil, really should be the hedge between keeps friendship green. Gu Yun served tea as a gift to guests, which was actually a casual acquaintance. Serving a cup of good tea in courtesy was nothing more than a mere etiquette, rather than expecting you to have a long talk seriously. When I picked up the teacup and invited him to drink tea, I was probably bored and disdained to talk with you again. It was better to leave early if you were interested. What is the seven things to open the door? Chai Mi oil salt sauce vinegar tea. Although tea ranks to the bottom, it can be seen that the weight of tea is still above wine. The tea in the kitchen can be used as seasoning. Even if the dishes are served, it is also a gentleman. It can only remove fishy smell, remove greasy smell and add a little tea flavor. It will never take the lead and hide the original flavor of the dishes. To be a man like tea, even if the icing on the cake and the charcoal in the snow, you should also start in the subtle place, moistening things silently, which is the essence of a gentleman. Although tea is common, it can also be divided into nobility and lowliness. There are thousands of nobility and only dozens of nobility, which can be found in people’s homes. In fact, the true taste of tea is not in high and low, but in contentment. Although good tea is fragrant and pure, it is mostly tender buds, which can not be washed twice. The third crop is washed, and there is no taste any more. Ordinary tea leaves, the first bitterness, the second to rush out the true taste, is bitter with sweet. After three or four water flows, there is still aftertaste, but this ordinary tea is closer to life. People who have read the Red Mansion are probably familiar with the section of Miaoyu tea tasting, which refers to the tea of literati and scholars. One Cup is for drinking, the other two cups are the fools to quench thirst, and the three cups are for drinking cattle and mules, she teased Baoyu by this. Miaoyu turned out to be a daughter, so she was extremely picky about tea ceremony and tea art, from tea set to tea, from tea leaves to the water used for making tea (snow water collected on plum blossom five years ago), all of them are extremely exquisite and extremely extravagant. When I saw this festival, I couldn’t help laughing. The ancients were also very petty bourgeoisie. Who has the ability to drink tea? This is purely a sacrifice to ancestors! Perhaps the ancestor in her heart was Baoyu, but she just didn’t want Baoyu to forget her in a flash. But it was such a person who pretends to be high-spirited and fairy that finally ended up with a flawless white jade sunk in the mud. Therefore, in the whole life of life, one should take care of the situation everywhere. Eating, drinking, pulling and sleeping are just a journey, and there is no need to force too much. Zhuang Zhou often said that the dream of Zhuang Zhou was a butterfly, and the butterfly was so vivid that it was self-figurative, and I didn’t know Zhou Ye. If you feel it, you will feel it. I don’t know if Zhou’s dream is Butterfly and butterfly, and Zhou’s dream is Butterfly and butterfly? Whether life is a dream or a dream is a life, this TM is not clear at all. Is it necessary to pay attention to drinking tea? I couldn’t sleep and wrote something scattered casually. All the gentlemen smiled. Micro signal shan521515 welcome to add my praise (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) spring’s snow elimination 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…

Writing

What kind of attitude should I hold towards writing? On this issue, the benevolent see benevolence, and the wise see wisdom. A few days ago, a writer told me that the reason why I like writing is not my survival needs, but my life needs. It is common for me to write an article in ten and a half months, but I will never write a dozen articles a day to fool myself, because I am not a modern machine that can quickly produce mung bean sprouts. When I was chatting with a writer, he once said to me: my original attitude in writing is to look for themes from the trivial things around me, and some emotions overflowed from my heart, then calm down to sort out, carefully ponder and ponder, and gradually comprehend some life philosophy problems in social life. Recently, I heard another literary editor saying: The final embodiment of all literary operations is personality. No real literary master can be fired by a sudden stir-up. A truly outstanding cultural man regards the utility of reality as a floating cloud. A netizen once told me from the bottom of my heart: writing prose can not be specialized, it should be a frank revelation when people’s emotions are forced to the end. It is absolutely impossible for people whose emotions are driven to an end by social life every day and to pour them out specially. A friend who specializes in writing prose once said a few words to me, which made me very comfortable. He said: prose is talking to himself, that is, speaking to his ears with his own mouth. Fortunately, many people like to hear others’ self-talk. Communication has to start from the heart. There are some common things in the depth of everyone’s heart, and once these small emotions of self evoke resonance in the depth of some people’s hearts, this is not completely what belongs to oneself any more, but has social attributes. There is a poet who once said such words, which are quite thought-provoking. He said: After the feelings in your heart have been hidden for a long time, chemical changes have taken place again and again in this long wasted time, and you will mine them like a mining man, it is a pleasure to see what kind of good gems they have turned. Over the years, I have seen some talented young friends who unexpectedly turn writing poems into a business similar to beating sesame cakes in sesame cake shops, which makes me very sad. I am not sure that I can write better in the future, but at least one thing is certain. Only my heart can make my pen follow closely, it won’t be a social trend or something else. An old writer said: use your own heart to comprehend the colorful social life, and try hard to find your own language in the daily life of ups and downs, writing your own heart knot and feeling in your own language is the most wonderful enjoyment of life. In recent years, I have no specific work to do when I am idle at work. I have been smoking and drinking tea in the office, reading miscellaneous books and newspapers in a muddle. As time passes, I have collected some beautiful small shells intentionally or unintentionally, and today I shake out some of them for everyone to see. As for the effect, I don’t know. Anyway, I read the above words repeatedly and thought about it with my brain. I felt quite happy and felt it was a fun thing, as if there is a new interest in my life, the writing will be more energetic. To be honest, I hope from my heart that all relatives, friends and readers can understand people with dual personalities like me. However, I will not beg anyone to understand myself, write as I am as he is, and speak directly with his heart. I think it’s good to live like this, to be a person like this, and to write like this. At least, it’s not artificial or hypocritical. In recent days, I am neither lonely nor lonely, because I have seen my true shadow in any of my poems or articles, they all have their own souls. Writing is not the need of my political and economic life, but the need of my soul and life. Writing, writing the multiple personalities of human beings, writing the soul of human beings, writing the true meaning of human life, writing your own style and personality, you will have many unexpected interests. I hope that my works are known to all ages and will last forever. Is it realistic? Unrealistic. However, writing honestly with your own heart is a great happiness in life. I have understood this more or less, so I like to tell people that the luck of writers is the sensation of the same era, and the luck of works is the eternity of artistic life. I hope that my love with my wife will last forever. Is it possible? Impossible. However, I understand a truth that treating love sincerely with the soul is the foundation of being a human being. So I like to say to people: love, sincerity, honesty and depth of love will bring flavor, interest, value and life meaning. Writing is comprehension, love is fate, although I still don’t understand, I don’t know what this is. But I always stubbornly believe that everything needs sincerity and tenacity. Of course, we have to talk about understanding and fate. Once something is not involved in understanding and fate, it will be pale. In my opinion, when people are alive, no matter what they do, the purpose of life and social utilitarianism should not be too strong, neither should be too persistent, and let nature take its course. In this real social life with strong haze and many contradictions in officialdom and shopping malls, in order to realize one’s life dream, one must study hard, work hard and be innocent, don’t be displeased with everything all day long, don’t be targeted, and don’t waste time moaning without illness. In the past, I used words to vent my emotions and felt very comfortable. But from today on, I will gradually combine words into articles one after another to cultivate my sentiment and inspire my dreams. I am thinking about the process, there must be many unexpected wonderful interests. 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…

Go

Go! My friend in the old days, I think, is the best name for love other than relatives. It does not have the fetters of regional races or the focal length of poverty and wealth, there is no scale of appearance, but pure kindness. However, such a photo appeared frequently on the internet. Two people with smiles stood opposite each other. One of them held the hand of the person in front of him with smiles all over his face, but the other hand held a sharp knife and stabbed it on the back of the person in front of him. This photo has been forwarded for many times. I think this is a question worth pondering. This Photo enlarges the pseudo kindness in modern society and exposes another definition of friends, it sounded the alarm of trust. Once upon a time, you were my only friend, what an explicit contrast in the projection of this photo! After all, the only thing that sounds like a lie. What makes friends in this prosperous and prosperous country become overdressed, and only in front of interests can they be well-dressed and arrogant? I think it is the greed in everyone’s heart! If everyone was satisfied and accompanied by friends in his heart, how could there be such a low-minded sorrow and treacherous pride. Of course, I am not listed outside. My greed in my heart is shaking my friends. When I am lonely and no one is accompanying me, I am also complaining about my friends’ indifference and that my friends are only suffering, when I feel painful and hurt, I will remember my friend. When I am happy and happy, I always shut the door. I give my unwillingness to complain to another friend. My friend said: don’t ask too much for friends. Friends are in equal positions. Today, when I am free, I read the circle of friends on WeChat. A friend said that his boyfriend’s birth year is coming, and his birthday is coming. He sent a blessing for 2016, A friend shared a connection and said that he wanted a yard to live a simple life. One of the friends said this sentence: Don’t talk about classmates who don’t contact for a long time, because I will be annoyed. The person who said this was my best friend when I was a student. Because of life, we went to different places so that we had less contact and greetings, which made time unconsciously strange. Our past was as sticky as paint. Looking at her head and the words beside her, I was speechless and suddenly realized that although the Earth was round, time messed up our coordinates in life. The Four Seasons remain the same, the month is the same, but the scenery is different in different years. Everything around me is updating again and again. Only my emotions are standing still and still staying in the old days, waiting naively for the warmth of friends in the past and bathing in the present emotions. Now I just want to say to myself, let’s go! Old days of I ,, think about other day complaint in my, heart block hungry, own to naive told a joke. I think what I complain about is that I can’t find the feeling of being bored with friends, a nostalgia for youth, a criticism for the current situation, this may be my excessive greed and selfishness for my friends. Once upon a time, I believed that it was time to wash away my self-righteous warmth when my friends ignored me. With his selfishness, he charged his friends with undeserved charges. After forgetting to go their own ways, new people will be added around my friends. You have your life, and friends also have their lives. Friends are not left and right hands, and they listen to you all the time. Friends are just like a cup of tea, tasting it in leisure time, like their own makeup, no matter how busy they are, don’t be left out, like a pair of shoes, they can’t be reluctant if they are not fit, so called making friends, good teachers and friends. For friends, recognize them with the greatest tolerance, and don’t evolve into a state of “one country, two systems” because of your own selfish desires. However, the only thing that can’t be diluted in the friendship of friends is kindness, because Mark Twain said: kindness is a universal language, which can be seen by the blind and smelled by the deaf. Time is changing, reality is changing, friends are here, how can I let myself fall into the team! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…