Years

1 many nights in my childhood were accompanied by a wonderful moon. When we panted to a nearby state-owned factory to watch a movie, the moon in the sky followed us. When we watched those movies of beating Devils with relish, the moon leaned against the roof of the building to rest. However, when we watched the movie and argued about who was good and who was bad on our way home, the moon hid behind the thin clouds and laughed at our innocence. 2 The teacher in charge of the first and second grade of my primary school is a woman. She is ten or nine years old and teaches us Chinese. She is an educated youth in Shanghai. In her memory, she often wore a plain floral dress, tied two black braid and spoke good Mandarin. She also has a name Li Wenqing that we like very much but dare not call it out easily. After the Cultural Revolution, at a summer dusk, teacher Li left me a nice plastic pencil case with magnets and went back to the city. That night, there was no moon in the sky. It was my first time to lose sleep. 3 Ma Chao in the Three Kingdoms era was buried in my hometown. Our classroom is the main hall of Ma Chao Temple. The Hall is magnificent and carved. Grandpa Ma Chao sits in the center. He is the God in our hearts. We often go out of our minds when we are listening to math classes, and our eyes move quietly from the back of the teacher’s head to the image of master Ma, imagining master Ma’s vigorous and heroic posture on the battlefield, I even think grandpa Ma Chao can’t learn math, can he? At this time, a classmate was suddenly asked by the teacher: flushed and speechless. 4 in the deep winter, I went to the river for a walk. There was no moon, and the wind was very strong. The residual leaves on the ground made a sound. Because of the cold, few people came out, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. Walking, I’m scared. Will I meet a gangster? Mugged me? Breaks my leg? Got me life? So my heart beat faster, and I felt a little flustered under my feet. But I didn’t walk a few steps, and suddenly came back to my mind: a half-old man, with no color, no money, no power, no enemy, unless the gangster was a madman, he came to rob me, hurt me, harm me. Thinking of this, I laughed. 5 it snowed, white all over the world. Several young people ran out happily to take photos. The hearty laughter, rosy face and lively figure reminded me of my distant youth which was fixed in that remote mountain village (I was teaching in the mountain village school at that time). Green mountains, rivers, idle clouds, wild cranes, as well as transparent and pure sunshine with the fragrance of wild flowers, roaring trains, turbulent disco, shy and incomprehensible love and hazy poems of Shu Ting in Beidao. 6 Black words are written on the white paper, red plum blossoms bloom in the snow, wild cranes fly over the idle clouds, and the moon is quietly observed in the night sky, which are all beautiful scenery in the world. Why is it so beautiful? I may not know. But I can tell you that no black words can be written on the black paper, no cold plum can be opened in the greenhouse, and the gloomy clouds can only breed lightning. The moon in the daytime is totally redundant. I also know very well that when our hearts calm down, we will feel the thrilling beauty. 7 every time I look up at the starry sky, I will be moved by the generosity and selflessness like the Sun’s father, the tenderness and affection like the moon’s mother, and the curiosity and innocence like the stars as children; every time I look down at the Earth, in addition to feeling the generosity and tolerance of the earth mother, I will see my laziness in the diligence of an ant and realize my vulnerability in the tenacity of a grass, in the flying of butterflies, I saw the light spirit beyond the object, and suddenly realized the philosophy of Lao Zhuang in the free and leisure of swimming fish. 8 My daughter is 12 years old, and she is in junior high school. Although he is thin and tall with long hair, he is still childish. Thinking of five to six years later, I will watch her go to a distant city to study in university; Nine to ten years later, I will watch her go to a distant place to work; Eleven or twelve or three years later, I want to see her to marry someone else. When I think of this, I will lose my soul. But what I can do is to cherish the present and spend every warm and happy day with my daughter. 9 when I was young, I often thought: if I didn’t have this job, I would definitely do many Earth-shaking and glorious events, so that I wouldn’t waste my youth there; But now I am old, if I give up this job, I may be scared and confused because I will never do anything else. When they were young, they always looked down upon what their parents did; Now they are old, but they think their parents are great. They can’t do many things by themselves, such as pulling up five or six children with the love of their whole life. The 10th festival is a little cold, and the coldest day has just begun. At first glance, it turned yellow. The cool breeze hit my face. At Xishan Mountain, the sun is like a fire that will go out at any time, but the remaining temperature still exists. But at such a moment, I heard the beautiful whistle of birds outside the window, and also saw the goose yellow blooming wintersweet in the corner. I know that is the message of spring. In spring, the horse was whipped and walked on the way back to the north. Like (prose editor: indifferent) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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