Listen to a

I never expected that a ballad would move me deeply, which made me feel like hearing the quiver in my heart, like the Van Gogh Bell in the ancient temples in deep mountains, and the sound was full of the meditation of human beings. While still in this rainy night, the drips of raindrops knocked on the cold window, accompanied by the sobbing pouring out of singers, I seemed to smell the greetings from distant friends, and the wounds and leaks of the wandering half of the life. I want to give up listening to this singer talking about the long road of life, but I still miss the hoarse which is comparable to the sunset in the desert, so I have to continue to hide in the soft comfort and pure sounds of nature. There is no flowery words in the song, but you can have a painful understanding after listening to it. I really want to ask the singer how the melody like the beginning can be called a ballad, and how can my youth like Jade be hummed into the helpless passing water here. However, I suddenly felt how cowardly I was. I felt guilty and numb the long-standing fervor with the crazy fleeting time. I let the noise of the world plug in my empty and white room. We always know that it is precious after losing, and then we regret it again. We regret that it is just a little ups and downs, which can poke the weakest part in your heart, so I paid the long night to my deserted courtyard, letting my tears choked. The song is about time and youth. I don’t want to admit the sadness of my voice, just like the elaboration of the lyrics. But years will eventually leave their faces, just like singing softly. This world is still this world, but you and I are already gone. Time shakes slowly, carving our years into a piece of quaint xylophone. The string is not broken yet, but it is broken again. We lay down quietly, delighted that one day someone and a heart could wake us up from the dusty memory to repeat the pain that had already gone and flied, to regain the dream that had been wet by the rain for thousands of years. Time has changed, but fortunately, this old infatuation has not changed. We may have forgotten who we are obsessed with, because the speeding train has brought our youth away forever, and because we have met people who make us sad, only then did we carefully put away the limited enthusiasm and plain smile, and unconsciously built the thick wall in the atrium, thinking that there were more swords, guns and rainforests outside. Then, I want to ask, the sweat of our victory in those years, the loud and clear oath at the beginning, and the fierce struggle at the beginning, all of these are really as ethereal as a mountain mist, it is just a hint of green tea on the lips. This shouldn’t be what youth should look like. The vine covering the wall was decorated with gorgeous flowers. The Breeze kissed and the Bell laughed, repeating the persistence of youth and singing the joy of youth. Outside the window, the rain still fell. The song is still lingering around my ears. The corners of my mouth rose, and there was no rain in my heart. Twelve years of youth are gone forever, but fortunately, the confirmation of my youth and frivolous is still there, and my determination to travel across mountains and rivers is still there. The singer sang a lot of vicissitudes, but I only felt into my heart. We are like talking through time and space, talking about the frozen origin. Listen to A Song of Time, sing a period of youth, light a heart lamp, get drunk for a lifetime. Regardless of the bitterness of wandering from place to place in this life, I hope there is another side to deposit my crazy dream and bitter defense at the end of the world. When I am exhausted, I can still enjoy singing quietly, humming belongs to my golden age. 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…

Rainy season

You are gone and I am still living the endless yearning is like the wild grass in the rainy season. I don’t know when there will be no backbone tears flowing unconsciously and meaningfully silently looking at the familiar one that can no longer be familiar. In the hazy life space, you seem to come to me again. Remember that early summer day, the dripping light rain kept falling. You were wearing a white T-shirt, the light green trousers are so small that you walk slowly in this soft rain scene, my heart trembles and pains you say you like this rainy season while I like the rainy season how many rainy flower seasons have you accompanied you? That’s the fastest time for you and me. I don’t know when you ignore me deeply. My attachment also disregarded my bitter retention and disappeared where the rainy season in the boundless drizzle came as scheduled. I tried hard to find a pink umbrella, the familiar faces under the Green Umbrella and the flower umbrella open their eyes again and again disappointed my heart is like the boundless rain with the endless pain (write to myself) 2015.7.27 the night grass praise (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) 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…

True love

On March 1st, with a sense of awe, I watched the advanced deeds of moral model in “Spring blossoms”, and my heart was baptized and shocked. NI Xiulan, a model who loves education and children in Huangshi, Hubei province, has been rooted in a small mountain village since she was 18 years old and has been sticking to a rural single shift for 32 years. She is a teacher, principal, she was the cook. In the tough small mountain village, a large number of rural children have been trained to walk out of the mountain and become useful talents in society. What a great good teacher. Teacher NI’s behavior vividly interprets true love and selflessness. Her ordinary name, ordinary face, but behind the ordinary, let us deeply feel that it is extraordinary persistence, that is extraordinary bravery. Teacher NI’s deeds infected us and moistened our hearts. As an ordinary teacher, my understanding of responsibility and obligation has gone further. The teacher is not only a messenger of educating people, but also a deeper responsibility and obligation, that is, to teach students the truth of being a human being, to open the door of their morality and to make them turn to goodness and beauty. Be a better and better self, let the torch of morality pass widely among students, and contribute to a harmonious society. As an ordinary teacher, I couldn’t help admiring him deeply. Many people around us have turned the ordinary into greatness in their ordinary life. We should learn from teacher NI’s devotion to students, hard work and dedication; Learn from her noble moral character of hard work, self-sacrifice and selfless dedication. Love in the heart spreads the seeds of hope, love in the heart lights up the world of children, influences and inspires students all the time, sneaks into the night with the wind, and is smooth and silent. Although in today’s society, comments about moral decay, personality distortion and indifference come one after another, after reading teacher NI’s deeds, we all firmly believe in the strength of moral power. The reason why China has never interrupted its own history is closely related to the moral culture that Chinese children inherit the motherland from generation to generation. It is also because of this that morality always cleanses our souls. Our society needs moral inheritance too much. It is the voice of The Times and the inexhaustible driving force for the construction of spiritual civilization. The stream of morality is always trickle down, taking the kind soil in everyone’s heart as the source, spreading to every corner of the world, passing through history and turning into a galloping moral River. Love is like water, love is selfless. The power of true love is infinite. The power of true love supports each other, and the power of true love can be transmitted. It is just countless people like teacher NI who use their love and dedication to make dedication and touching become the main theme of the society and let the flowers of spiritual civilization spread all over the world. True love is a spring breeze blowing away the frozen river, true love is a sunshine illuminating the direction of progress, true love is a ray of moonlight reflecting the beauty of society, true love is a trace of sweet spring driving away the thirst in my heart teacher ni, you will always inspire us to move forward! 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…