Time

The years were long, the monsoon brushed over and over again, and gradually the years dyed a wisp of white hair. The long needle of time turned around the end of the year, and there was another circle of annual rings. I never realized that time was in such a hurry, and I felt in, but I have been there for many years, time is like water, slowly flowing, quietly climbing up the brow, maybe inadvertently, eyebrows are white; Standing at the intersection of time, looking back at the road, sigh with emotion, time is like water, years is like a river. Memories of childhood, scenes like an old movie, are long-standing but intimate, time is like water, taking away some time, unknowingly close to the age, often tell her childhood stories, my daughter listened with relish but was confused. She didn’t understand all kinds of things in that era. Why did several stones play happily? Why are pancakes so sweet? How did those astringent potherb become delicious? Maybe only the people of our age can understand a lot of puzzles. This is not only a kind of memory, but also carries the age slowly. In the years, it has a long fragrance. When I was young, the yellow old photo was a sweet and warm childhood; When I was crying, in groups, with gray heads and faces, the mud monkey-like years came into the mud; When I was tired of playing, A splash jumped into the river, like a Loach, and disappeared; At night, a good partner held hands in the daytime, a pillow and a dream at night; Many memories were repeated again and again, bound into a book, freeze the innocent and carefree true feelings, let time be like water, but the heart is like a mirror! Silently watched the colorful spring passing through, saying goodbye to the colorful and butterfly dancing; Saying goodbye to the ignorant youth and the frivolous youth; Everything was like a flap of Flying Flowers, which was caught off guard and ended leisurely; the message of time came from the other shore, leaving a note of small order to pick up the memory you only left, dancing between ink fingers, you gently shallow, following the floating clouds of June, I am waiting for you in the sky, wait for time to stop, time to stop, Dance Time picture. Strolling in the corridor of time, time is like water, leaning down, the tip of the hair is warm with the marks you pass by, hands gathered up, but you slipped into the long river of time, the Palm remains, but the fallen leaves, A little chill goes straight to the bottom of my heart. How could there be a chilly breeze on May Day? You have gone and don’t want to stay. This unexpected ending, doubts and confusion gradually spread around, does the memory have to go with it, flowing into the time like water, flooding the long river of time? Many memories have been lost quietly in the smile of time. There are some fragmentary fragments, intermittent and vague moments of emotion; It is those themes that have passed through the years and repeated in one season; some of them passed between fingers, submerged in the long river, and there was no news. Looking back, people didn’t know where to go, and peach blossoms still laughed at the spring breeze. Time goes by, things are different, time is like water. In the world of mortals, who did a box of Spoony promise? Who is waiting late for one season? Who is wrong in the end of the world? In a flash, the beauty turned its fingers old and faded away the red makeup. After thinking about it, everything returned to its true nature, and the heart was still like water; After passing by in twists and turns, it faded away from flashy. Suddenly looking back, the peach blossom had been around, the mirror is not a stage, there is nothing, where to cause dust. In this water-like time, I gradually realized and returned to my true nature. Time is like water, my heart is like a mirror, let it be the thin bones of wind and sand fallen flowers, lonely flowers gone dim; Standing at the intersection of time, in fact, they are all passers-by, numerous mountains, just confused, walk over, only then did I find that those dreams which were so far away and so close had already fallen in a certain corner of time, and those memories were just memories. The recent love was always beside me; Like water and time, the heart was like a mirror, comprehend the pages of time and understand the context of time. Everything is in the heart of meditation! Time is like water, time is like a river, everything goes with the wind, everything goes with the fate, I have seen thousands of scenery lightly, looking back lightly, light is like a cloud, light is like a wind, and returning time is like a mirror! Luomei snow dance origional qq167814860 like (prose editor: Ke Er) spring 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…

Democracy

Many topics cannot be written down at the moment of writing. There are many reasons: some are sensitive topics, which may be deleted as soon as they are sent out. Another reason: even if it belongs to normal elaboration or criticism, if any authority sees that he doesn’t like it, he will be listed as a challenge, then it may be involved or cause more trouble. Of course, from the perspective of entertainment, no one wants to write some words, which will cause trouble. But from the perspective of justice, it seems that no matter what words, if you want to change those deep-rooted things, you might as well take a rope to hang your neck and commit suicide. But this is just talk, and it is impossible to cover everyone’s mouth. Even though some things are redundant or even foolish, there will still be someone to do it after all, and some people are afraid that it is not enough to be famous all over the world to do it. In many ways, there are actually various differences. Moreover, some are meaningful practices, while some are just taking the opportunity to make waves, hoping that the world will be in chaos and human beings will completely perish! For some time, because of the Diaoyu Islands incident, Chinese people began to boycott Japanese goods and smashed them when they saw them. Don’t you pay attention to whether such a practice will cause economic losses to your compatriots? Will it have any negative impact on the order of our country? Or, from other aspects, who is the most beneficial to such a chaotic situation? Regardless of whether this hit is right or wrong, since it is broken, then let alone. But as for the beautiful flower girl in Japan, it seemed that no one would be frowned, and there were still some people who secretly cherished the Jade twice. It can be seen from this that the so-called everything is just a kind of flaunting behavior, which is not only extremely ignorant, but also unforgivable! Then, it is said that the person who owns the shares of beer is also Japanese, because they may not know it before, so many people are still trying to taste it. It is said that since knowing this situation, many people quit this brand of wine. Even no longer destined for this wine. As for what will happen next? I believe no one knows. It can be seen that many people don’t understand the word boycott. More some hearsay evidence of practices, also strives to involved. In fact, although many of them have already happened, some of them are clear. Only in terms of resisting, I still can’t understand who is right and wrong, and still in a hazy state. In the Kingdom, where is the cleanness of China between opening eyes and closing eyes? As for these, only those who know a little about words can understand an authority with endless grievances, but are these not enough? In the face of all kinds of lawlessness, even if the common people are helpless, should it be OK to talk about it? In today’s era of highly developed Internet, even if it is impossible to win, should we stick to it? However, the so-called public opinion is totally a way of seeing the wind and driving the wind, and it is totally a way of speculation. Just like, sometimes, it is equivalent to falling into a stone! Therefore, in many shouts, we try our best to keep silent and maintain the purity we deserve! No matter on the Internet, in reality, or in the praises like a blind man, at this moment, my heart begins to be heavy, and I feel the helplessness that is weak! Faced with all kinds of lawlessness, should we, as ordinary people, be included in important issues? Instead of clamoring and clamoring to show that your justice is not really thorough. In any case, all pursuits are just idiotic dreams, let alone progress! In a democratic explanation, without the concept of universal consensus, everything can’t be achieved! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Flowers

The spring cold snow fell down in my hometown, and the wind left the pavilion. The frost and thick clouds would finally disperse, and the flowers in the golden year would bloom in the world of mortals. Inscription have you ever touched the time? Said time cold. From a distance, there will be mottled light and shadow. Occasionally, you will burst into tears. Maybe the time is still early, but I always feel that many things will be too late. I am afraid that the sail of dreams will not catch up with the ferry of life. It just snowed. It was very dark and the cloud was very low. I tried to stretch out my hand. The wind was a little strong and the chill was faint. If you grew up in the north, you will fall in love with snow, even if you are afraid of the cold. In a flash, it was March, and it was said that spring was in March, but the spring in the North was always a little late. Those pine trees were probably the only green ones in the campus. The cold smoke and the grass were declining, and the flowers were blooming. However, it is spring after all. ICE will eventually dissolve; Grass should also be green; Flowers will always bloom. Spring blossoms, you and I, through the drizzle, in the wonderful but confused Green Years, engraved a clear but vague mark, the mark of growth. Not all the past can make you intoxicated and want to remember in your heart, but more is hidden in the cracks of time, dim to no light and shadow. There are too many things that cannot be boiled by facts. Time is like the alchemy furnace of the superior Laojun, which comes and goes again for several years, decades, even hundreds or thousands of years. But one day, everything in the past will be empty, we are just the dust of time and space, which will eventually be forgotten by history. No one is spared by the vicissitudes and changes of the world. In this way, you can recognize yourself in the flashy world, stay with time and move forward peacefully in the process. If you really indulge in it, everyone will sigh that the process is too short. Yes, if you love the years, you will feel its charm, but you will also feel its ruthlessness. Like a fireworks, although gorgeous, it is still fleeting. Time has been passing like a blink of an eye, not because its steps are fast, but because we are afraid of its passing. Yes, we are all afraid of getting old, but one day we will gradually grow old thinking that we should take more photos and record our 20-year-old appearance. Soon, I will graduate, and then work, get married and have children. Just like most people, I will enjoy the gradual plain and complicated life, that’s all. However, there are still many things I want. I have been looking forward to the blessing of fate. I hope that I can have the curtain of fate as tiny as me, and smile at the beauty and affection of the world of mortals. Throw red beans and sing all over the floor. If the world of mortals is like poetry, then indulge in it and enjoy its beauty and tenderness quietly. Since the time is very short, then love, dream, struggle, take advantage of the quicksand in the finger gap, while the time is not yet desolate. Life has joys and sorrows, and human feelings are warm and cold. However, I still believe that as long as you love this world of mortals, the flower season of life will still come as scheduled even in your twilight years. On February 28th, 2011, Zan (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…

Cooking

Most of the friends I know are addicted to drinking and drinking, so most of them don’t cook. Every phone date always says, where is it? Which hotel? Arrive? And the reason for the delay is often just to pick up the child, but never to say: Cooking at home! I will give them a meal before I go. In my impression, except one friend, most of them are like this. This friend and I are very similar. As long as it is not a special appointment, what’s wrong with waiting? As long as we make it clear that we need to cook, because children and wives who go to school and work can’t wait more. They are tired and should eat ready-made food when they come back. Who makes my holidays more, while my friends just meet for leisure? Of course, friends don’t have to wait long, but after three or ten minutes, my cooking is very fast. Now leave steamed buns on the rice steaming pot, and the two fires will be opened at the same time. The boiling water with bigger fireworks will be opened. After the oil with smaller flame is put in, the eggs will be knocked, and the scallion flowers and salt will be mixed, when preparing to pour, the oil was just hot. When the egg was fried into a muffin, the Green Pepper had been washed and scrubbed. Half a plate of blue silk was cut enough, and when the blue flower porcelain decoration room was half covered and half covered, my son’s favorite egg pancake is just out of the pot. At this time, immediately, put it on hot heat, add a small amount of warm water, and cook it in the tender outside, then pour green pepper shreds and stir fry. Between them, take some flour or millet from the noodle cabinet, stir the water to wash, because the water on the fire is going to boil, you can also directly sprinkle corn grits in the pot, as long as you stir while sprinkling, and then turn off the shredded pork with green pepper, stir or corn porridge or millet porridge. The steamed bun which had already turned off the power of the rice steamer, put two pickles on the table together, and then served two hot dishes. When going back to the kitchen to turn off the fire for porridge, the phone would ring. Don’t worry about him, chores served me some. Two minutes later, the cook who had changed his clothes opened the door and called: Hey, just downstairs, I’ll be there soon! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Life

Life is what? Everyone can give his own answer: life is a glass of wine, sending out an attractive taste. Life is a cup of coffee with a light bitter taste in its strong fragrance. Life is a song, and life is a mass of hemp. All kinds of answers are actually their own feelings, feelings, experiences and expectations of life. However, I think life is an unknown state. In this way, it is also a kind of experience and experience of oneself. Take a commuter bus after work yesterday. At first, the car was smooth all the way. But, accidents will happen. To the downtown railway, it suddenly turned off! How can the driver play with it? It can’t start the car. Colleagues on the bus were very patient at first. 5 min, 10 min. There was no way to start the car, so my colleagues asked the driver to drive the door, get off and walk home. The driver was ready to open the door while calling someone to repair it. Who knows, the door cannot be opened. Colleagues who were calm at first were worried now. They are all eager to go home to buy food, cook and pick up the children. Everyone hurriedly took out their mobile phones to contact their families. For this flameout event, I have always commented: I really didn’t expect it. I didn’t expect either. I don’t often sit here, and once in a while, this kind of thing happens. However, who can expect it? If you want to get it, you won’t take the commuter bus after work. Because I don’t need to hurry back, I am the least anxious among my anxious colleagues. I sat there, listened to my colleagues’ complaints and stayed for a while. From this, I truly felt that life was an unknown state. This unknown state is very unexpected. But at the same time, I also felt very lucky: Fortunately, the car didn’t stop in the middle of the railway crossing; Fortunately, the car had already arrived in the downtown, so there was no need to walk too many roads; Fortunately, it didn’t rain. After waiting for another 10 minutes, the repairman arrived and opened the door. Colleagues all ran out of the car too late. Is a false alarm. I got off the bus and stood on the noisy street. Sky gray, cold wind blowing. It is the rush hour after work. The traffic from one direction surged in all directions. Walk to your own direction alone. How long has it been since I walked like this? Remember my ears. Walking across the lake, a cold wind with the coolness of the lake rushed from the open lake, humid and refreshing. The leaves of plane trees on both sides of the road are thin, and some of them fall down, which can be regarded as fallen leaves in spring. Although the cold did not retreat for a long time, I believe that these sycamore trees will soon flourish. The lakeside path is empty, clean and quiet. I heard one or two birds singing from the Azalea island in the middle of the lake. If it is not an unknown state, can you walk like this? Can you still hear the birdsong? I am a little grateful for this unknown state. This state is not known in advance, and I don’t know this kind of thing when I go out in the morning. If I knew, I wouldn’t take this bus. No one can predict. At least, I am don’t believe in things like divination and fortune telling. Although I also look at the taro star, I just look at it. Weather can be predicted, and life can be predicted? Can fate be predicted? Can love be predicted? If it can be predicted, then anyone can find someone who can hold his hand for the whole life, love himself and love himself. If it could be figured out, those people in those years would not board the Titanic, and if it could be predicted, these people today would not take crashed planes. Life is unknown to everyone. Who knows what will happen next second? Unable to predict or predict, life is always showing its mystery, mystery, magic, seductive and even horrible place in an unknown state. It is also because of this that we can laugh, look forward to, walk, and live every day with a feeling of exploration and curiosity, and even look forward to every day. The Twilight gradually covered up, the street lamps lit up one by one, and the neon lights at the door of the shop were flashing more and more. In the crowded street, a trace of loneliness came to my heart and filled my heart. Finally, it was engulfed by the night. How long has this feeling been? At this moment, this feeling is deepened because of the unknown state. Life is wonderful because of the unknown, but magical, and interested. What will happen next is because there is no way to know the result. Therefore, life is full of expectations everywhere. Many endless things, endless sorrow, a trace of love hidden in the bottom of my heart, some endless kindness, a little mood flying, gathering, what is transformed may be every dream in my own years, becoming every day of life. There is no need to add an adjective to life, just like at this moment, when I am walking and watching, the unexpected car break brings me an accident, a surprise and a rare pleasure. Seeing a noodle restaurant, I went in because I liked eating pasta. Not because of the unknown state, how could I enter this noodle restaurant? Unknown, but this is my own life. Personal fate is unknown and interesting. There are surprises, accidents, sometimes wonderful, sometimes plain, there are difficulties that must be faced, and there is relief after crossing the ups and downs. Who doesn’t want to know his past and present? Who doesn’t want to see the script of his own destiny first? However, don’t say that human beings can’t do it with their existing abilities, that is, they can do it. Who really dares to see people? Will you still live every day at ease? Is it more meaningful to live each day with hope than to predict the result and live each day reluctantly or even in fear? Only after one unknown state experience and survival can we truly feel that life is delicious and peace is a blessing. I ate a bowl of delicious and spicy noodles comfortably. I really want to thank the unknown state I met today. 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…

You is

Anke has fallen into every touching word in the poetry. Anke has studied every interesting analysis in the constellation. Love is a wonderful feeling. Anke can’t escape his love for him. He is in a mess in his heart. When he sees him, he will panic and be out of his mind. Anke thinks Love is a very serious life. Whether I like Shangyu township or have fallen in love with it, whether I love it or have some love. I kept asking myself questions, but I didn’t know how to answer them. More and more care, more and more nervous. In the cold moon at night, Anke looked at it and thought about it, somehow thinking about Yu Xiang, forgetting all the sadness before, but adding new sorrow. I want to edit my memory and show the movie with text in the time film. Anke was running wildly, raising her long hair and looking at her from a distance in the handsome Yu village on the playground. Anke likes Yuxiang so much, but Yuxiang doesn’t know. Anke ran very hard, running, just attracting Yu Xiang’s attention. In just a few seconds, Yu Xiang walked to the classroom. After class, Anke ran to borrow a notebook. Yu Xiangtou didn’t lift up and said a good word, you take it. Anke reluctantly lowered his head, how can I express my love. Yu Xiang didn’t notice Anke and her deep love. Days passed day by day, where the sun just rose, the youth was so bright and dazzling, Anke’s academic performance gradually ranked first, Yu Xiang began to pay attention to Anke with good grades. A lot of words, there is no time, junior three has quietly come. In the dark night, looking at Anke in romantic novels, there are many stories, and I don’t know who to tell. I like Anke in Yu township, but Yu township still doesn’t know. Should I tell him. Schools are dominated by teachers. Time is arranged by learning. Waiting for an opportunity, Anke is waiting every day. Day rain, feather township suddenly walked to and 1 year will graduate, really had a chance to talk to you, now can you chat with, your mobile phone number tell me okay. Anko sorry, my mobile phone was confiscated by my mother. Then there is silence, embarrassing blank. In youth, there are always many helpless things, and in youth, there are always too many wonderful things to help. Yu Xiang smiled and wrote the mobile phone number on the note and put it in Anke’s pocket. Anke, I have never been so touched. Looking at his hands with heartbeat, I really want to stay forever. The tree is the memory of Ye, and you are my memory. Leaves are the reincarnation of trees, and you are my reincarnation. The graduation time is getting closer and closer, the chances of contact are getting farther and farther, and I miss and don’t give up more and more. You have dyed my memory, the starry night, I recalled the past in silent silence. You are a flower of destiny. 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…

Mining Blue

I often sit in front of the window, facing the building, stunned. Are the swaying trees, fixed houses, flowing clouds, changing sky and tall buildings? No, I really don’t think about anything, even if I think about anything, I can’t understand it. Thoughts like grass like smoke, crazy long but shaky. My wife often sighed that why there were so many talent shows on TV was not like a daze. She estimated that the champion was none other than me; My daughter’s adorable comment was more dull than a daze. On a very common day, after lunch, follow the old rules and die. Suddenly, the cellphone WeChat reminded me of the stereo, and picked it up casually. I don’t know whether it was a friend who had been friends for many years or a friend who was transferred. The title is Heilongjiang’s natural fruits. How many kinds do you know? It seems that the wind blows through my heart, and I feel a little moved and forward it conveniently. I didn’t want to get into trouble, and the sound of the prompt exploded wildly. Click on, refresh the screen, many people forward. Five minutes after rough statistics, more than 50 likes, and numerous comments: What day back try miss, is very miss take us to envy this fruit should only be Heaven have true taste and? Haven’t seen, ever heard of Big Brother is eaten shen xian guo, haha silent pictures picture point to open with a vision of having them in place floating. Blueberry (Persimmon); Indigo (eggplant); Red Bean in North China; Sorghum fruit; Tinker seed; Tomo; Rose fruit; Blackcurrant; Stinky plum laughed out unconsciously, and her daughter came to make fun, although it was floating, but there is envy in my eyes. Delicious? Delicious. Mouth overturned cruet stand. Seem to remember, blueberry and Lonicera edulis eat more dye mouth, teeth. Mountain Choji raw astringent, best for sugar steamed to eat, rose stomach; Sorghum fruit far away smell the fragrance, and a kind of dog Dates said to bear pull it out of the most delicious pure natural green food! Is. Picked? Picked, wild picking. Was it fun? Watch only been to farmhouse picked vegetables daughter, speechless. Home in xiaoxing’an Mountain North Slope, was jurisdiction in Yichun city subordinate of forestry bureau, is a forest farm, now have disappeared. Go back to the home, good for you,-my childhood have nowhere. Where have you been to houses, places, schools, childhood partners and neighbors? That mountain, that tree, that river, you all right? Today of Yichun, forest, Korean pine of hometown, natural oxygen bar reputation, advertising language Yichun hospitality without wine, hold out Green on intoxicating. Regardless of the season, people coming and going, tourism development very quickly. There are also many outsiders who buy property. People who have been there say that Jiangnan is better than others, especially in winter and summer. People have changed, hometown become foreign land. I’m a little offended, it even so beauty. I often reflect on how so lack aesthetic ability, eyes do? Childhood doing again? I ten years of youth here? Deep in mind is a painting, occasionally disorder space-time, casual show. A green, mountains and downs; Lake, sky blue water blue; Scattered pine Silent Guardian Valley, tree thick, mottled, color mixed and disorderly in the grass, clusters of small shrubs unfolding, with fruit Gray of blueberries as small lantern as studded with its branches, glittering, filled with young woman-like temptation. There are sixty-four families in the forest farm. Adult males are unified as forestry workers, and a few females are service workers. Most of them are housewives who look after their own children in different numbers. In my impression, they are all busy. Blueberry, we commonly known as Persimmon, is we the childhood snacks, every autumn have, individual people will in cellar sugar some storage to winter eat, unlike feng nian to see one of the few frozen pear and frozen persimmon, are commonplace. Later, I know it’s called unique. It’s amazing, every family has, but not much storage, because of this, children in each fall have on blueberry longings for. I had mother and plains of blueberry expressed greed. Mother pledge brokenly: Don’t waste things. Pick blueberries is the thing, we eight or nine-year-old front only responsible for Eat. If you want to buy it, absolutely not. Mother patted my head and said: I am always suffering, the water is cold, I will get sick, I will talk about it when I get older. Eager for several years, finally 11-year-old Autumn arrived. Xiaojun, the peer next door, ran and said that he smelt the ripe taste of du Persimmon, and I couldn’t wait any more. Due to fear of mother, can’t said, while her to neighborhood home wedding, we secretly, excitedly with small pots and marched on. I didn’t notice, and my younger brother ran to follow me. Through a small jungle, in the single plank bridge across river, came to the nearest, mother often mentioned a small hills and looking piece of blueberry seedlings, We excited exception. Maybe because of being close to home, there are many people coming here, and the picking conditions here are good. But blueberry quality is barely satisfactory. No sense of disappointment, bent down, carry big, cooked mining, and grains purple blueberry in bowl agglomeration. Picking picking, small Army proposed game, first try, pick taste delicious mining, full particles of mining, can’t bring leaves, can’t knocked fruit gray. Consent. Eyes around search best target, mouth taste sweet acid cool, hand carefully touch, Basin try not to sloshing avoid fruit grain collision. While mining play, unconsciously basin full of the, some regret container with small, irreparable, only knock off. To the family member announce. The spoils of war were brought to my mother, and the expected rewards and encouragement were not received. Mother Care about let me petrifaction, you look after brother? Yes, where is my brother? I look back empty, silly. Mother hand a Huala and rushed out the door. When I fell to the ground, the basin was spilled, and a grain of blueberry fell to the ground, rolling around. Can’t pick up, to keep up with mother, also and submissive, wind toward the mountains. Just into the woods, saw brother sitting in a tree stump on eating blueberries, and wore Khan, at US heartless laugh, purple mouth bares white teeth. When leaves jian huang, pick blueberries of day in true came to, mother prepared picked a no rain days, the still dark, we’re well equipped about on peer to forest. The Morning Dew was very heavy, and soon the clothes and shoes became wet; The mountain road in the forest was very slippery, and from time to time someone fell down, and the branches of shrubs were also horizontally blocked and vertically blocked; more disturbing are mosquitoes and little bite around buzzing circling, can always find you no protection Good place left a string bag. Three four kilometres away blueberries and land, I saw a painting, deeply in the memory in. Before mining, my mother exhorted that the Persimmon seedlings should never be folded, the ripe ones on the ground should not be picked up, and the feet should not be stepped randomly, etc. Now I wonder how my mother’s simple environmental awareness came from, which can only be attributed to the declaration of the Earth. Edge pick concurrent mining, occasionally hit cobwebs paste eye, step on ant nest on with ants itching, feet sank in up to water cool. But more is surprise, found large, larger; Cooked, ripe; Multi-of, more. Children squeak gaggle, adults also watching us laugh, sound in Valley Zhou. Most impressive is once I newly adopted full a basin, missed grass tripped, and all gave Earth. Dreaming now also want to back pick. Noon, large and small furniture all filled with, we triumph. Don’t pick it in the afternoon. According to adults, the sun is very poisonous and will make people dizzy. When I came back home, I didn’t taste it at first, but changed clothes, dried my pale feet, and looked for grass from head to foot carefully, especially my hair, armpits and groin. If found, can’t drag, its body broken, head can still drilling body, cause disease. The common method is to beat the sole until it escapes by itself, or burn it with cigarette butts. All clean up after, taste Labor results, this is the most happy things. That feeling so far people memorable. It’s time to think about new ideas after eating too much. Today, we often see dried blueberry, blueberry drinks and blueberry wine in supermarkets. This is not surprising. We have all tested it. We have also pickled sugar to make cans and added baking soda to make soda, for the skillet juice boil thick put leaves dry on do blueberry gao. My satisfaction is approaching winter follow charm to directly frozen, tastes better than frozen pear more sweet and sour, awesome, exciting. Pick blueberries is hard work-and happy things with age, reading farther and farther away from, pick blueberries day much less, but not broken ever eat. 1987 nian finished university summer vacation, divisions and hope admission day bored, uneasy. It happened that a beverage factory began to purchase blueberry, and its economic value was reflected. The folks were very excited. It turned out that this blue little wild fruit could become the money people needed urgently. I started picking with everyone. I went out early and came back late every day, rain or rain. Day trek dozens of kilometers, legs and feet often by bubble of white, occasionally tumble that. If you are hungry, eat some dry food you bring yourself; If you are thirsty, find a stream or a water bubble to have a drink at will; If you are tired, stand straight up for a while; If you sweat, you can’t take care of wiping; there is no time to scratch the bag bitten by mosquitoes. Time is really money. Containers are getting bigger and bigger; Roads are getting farther and farther; The scope of dabbling is also getting wider and wider; People, is gradually increased; Picking speed are speeding up; Laughter ripples in Valley Hills, the joy of harvest permeates forest farm. For nearly a month, I picked a lot of blueberries. The highest record was six basins a day, more than 100 jin. It was really a miracle that so many tiny and light blueberries could be accumulated. Picking the most difficult is to home, big basin bucket mining full after, a need to move, back and forth round-trip, costs a lot of time, often in shoulder and arm leave marks on the, long time not retreated. At the beginning of the university, I unexpectedly sold more than 170 yuan, but in the 1980 s, the braised pork ribs in the university canteen were only Octagonal. I bought one dime and one Jin, more than one ton, I really don’t know, I was shocked, Too terrible. This crazy behavior was deeply left in my memory. Now, the occasional pain in my leg bones often reminds me of those days. Maybe I will never forget it. Although I had holidays during college, I came and went in a hurry and said goodbye to picking blueberries completely. Taste still have, can feel is down year fruit with green, size also not long enough, taste of the fishes bitter. I gradually dislike eating blueberries. In the following years, when it comes to blueberries, it was the news from my mother that Xiaojun made a lot of money in picking blueberries and bought motorcycles. The three sons of Lao Wang’s family lived in the mountains in order to pick more blueberries and were not ripe yet, there are people everywhere. Persimmon seedlings are broken and trampled in many places, it didn’t work out. Some people occupied the Hill and prohibited others from picking. Some people lost their way and looked for it for several days. Some people had no choice but to fight for it, showing their worries. Not long after I took part in the work, my parents moved to the city where I live now with me. In a flash, more than twenty years have passed. Chores bother, home only with parents back twice, my classmates, friends scattered, I and native place has the alienation. Blueberry is getting farther and farther away from me, and gradually turns into a deep purple in my dream. Not long ago, I contacted Xiaojun through WeChat. It should be called Laojun. I talked all night and unexpectedly mentioned blueberry. Forestry began its industrial transformation in the 1990 s, from logging to forest management. The Forest Farm was merged, the workers were transferred, the small army who took the place of his father was left without pay and worked everywhere. Residents were concentrated in the urban area, and my hometown was abolished and designated as a protected area. There is no mark on the map any more. Now Blueberry has become a scarce resource, which is a good gift. Long wild blueberry place many contracted with personal, was also specializing in artificial cultivation, by this who became rich. It was autumn again, Xiaojun asked someone to bring a jar of blueberry, which was beautifully packaged. I called it the hometown on the tip of the tongue. Pick up one and put it in your mouth. It is neither sweet nor sour, not the smell in your memory. Artificial cultivation, the question is true. My wife and daughter ate a lot, teasing my frown, melodramatic. Melodramatic, this is a classic line in a very fashionable TV series, as if there is anything else in front of it? Dare not to think, not want to think about. 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…

Life

The child had low fever for several days in succession, and there was no sign of improvement after taking the medicine, so he was taken to the hospital very early today. It hasn’t arrived at eight o’clock, and the doctor hasn’t arrived yet. After hanging up the number, I sat with my child in the waiting area of the hall. At this moment, the hall was relatively quiet, and only a few people came and went hurriedly. The cleaner shook the big mop and scrubbed the floor of the hall laboriously. There was the smell of disinfectant in the air and the cold air pouring in outside the door. The child shivered and squeezed into my arms. I held him tightly, and we waited quietly. Suddenly there came a painful cry behind me, which broke the silence and scared me very much. I looked back and saw a man, covering his belly, squatting on the ground with his head down to the ground until the whole person lay on the ground. Then, he struggled to stand up again, and I saw clearly that it was a young face, dyed yellow hair, messy, just like a twisted face, trying to tell a kind of struggle and endurance. The young man stumbled against the wall and reached the corner of the table. The pain made him beat his chest, hit the wall and clap the table, which made him almost roar. The cells all over my body hurt with him. The young man was lying on the guidance desk, rolling in and out in pain. People came over one after another, concerned about his illness one after another, and more concerned that there was no family member accompanying him, but the young man had no energy to answer. The security guards and cleaners came, and everyone talked about how to help this lonely young man. The assistant worker of the emergency room pushed the mobile sickbed, and the emergency doctor on duty was invited to the hall. After a simple diagnosis, the doctor said eagerly that he pushed forward the emergency room and arranged the nurses on duty to help register. So the onlookers stretched out their hands one after another to help lift the young man to the bed. A group of people crowded to the emergency room. The crowd dispersed, and my Hanging Heart was relieved. I felt lucky for that young man that there were so many kind people who lent a hand and helped him enthusiastically. Soon, the hall was filled with patients waiting for treatment, old and young, men and women, shouting and making noise one after another. The busy air was full of tension and worry. My husband accompanied my child into the consulting room, and I sat alone in the chair, quietly watching the people coming and going. The stumbling old man, with a stick and the help of his children, walked past me and sat on the chair near me. The children helped the old man put the crutch aside, took off the cotton cap, adjusted the messy hair conveniently, leaned over the old man’s side, asked and talked. The mother-to-be with big belly came to have a physical examination, shaking her husband’s hand in one hand, waving the test sheet in the other hand, moving his steps with his face full of delicate happiness. The young wife leaned against her husband’s shoulder, and the husband kissed his wife’s cheek affectionately. The sick student, with a fever-relieving sticker on his forehead, reluctantly followed his parents and walked to the consulting room. Walking, he slowed down and left his parents far away. Then parents would turn around and call, or walk back to take the children away. I guess the students are afraid of injection or infusion. After all, how big a child is, and the pain caused by the needle is deeply shadowed. Younger children are either held by their parents, held by their parents, or carried by their back. Some are low-pitched, some are constantly sobbing, and some are grinning and crying, there are also clever things that make people feel pity immediately. The other families accompanying me were also carrying big and small bags with food, drinks, covers and clothes inside. I wish I could bring the whole warm world to my children. There were also some injured legs, wrapped in gauze, and passed by with the help of their families. He hurt his arm and was bandaged by his family. I was also seriously ill lying on a mobile bed, pushed by a nurse, and my family was accompanied by me hurriedly. When passing by me, I could feel the overflowing concern and warmth. After seeing the doctor, the child came back to me. I asked him if he still felt uncomfortable? He said: I feel uncomfortable, but it’s good to have my mother around me. The warm spring flows through my heart instantly. Looking around the living creatures coming and going in the waiting hall, most of them were accompanied by family members and friends for treatment. Even the single young man in the morning also got the care and help of many people around him. Although they met each other on a strange way, although non-met.. Every face says pain, patience, and endurance. However, no matter how painful or sad it is, there are people around who are caring and caring, sharing the pain and caring for the sick relatives and friends by instinct, which is the warmest and longest companionship in the world. I remember reading a sentence from the book: you can love your love, but you can’t hurt your pain. If you can suffer for you, why cherish my body, because you exist, this is the meaning of my life. Yes, we have to bear the pain of the body, but at least we can hold the accompanying hands tightly and say: life has pain, but it is good to have you. Therefore, I took the child’s shoulder and held him tightly in my arms. 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…

xiang ru

Flowers bloom silently, without conditions, requirements and publicity. The fragrance is floating, but it seems that nothing has happened, leaving only the fragrance repeatedly. It is rich in early autumn and lasts for the whole season, even longer. The beauty of osmanthus is more in her role and meaning. Gui, expensive. Osmanthus trees have represented many meanings since ancient times. She symbolizes beauty. “LV’s Spring and Autumn period” praises the beauty of things, the swaying GUI. It means that the most beautiful thing in the world is the cassia trees on the mountain. From Han Dynasty to Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, osmanthus became a precious flower and tribute, and was planted in front of the court together with Magnolia, begonia and peony to obtain the homophone of jade, Tang, rich and noble, with auspicious meaning. Osmanthus also represents love. In the minority areas rich in osmanthus, young men and women express their love by giving osmanthus as gifts. Osmanthus trees also symbolize honor and victory. In ancient times, there were officials who were proud of their ambitions, and those who were famous for their success. There were two laurels in court and two laurels in the court. Osmanthus can also be used as food. When osmanthus is in full bloom, many families in the South store osmanthus and make osmanthus cakes. In ancient times, every exam year, the examinees and their relatives and relatives steamed the cake with sweet osmanthus and rice flour, which is called Guanghan cake, and they gave it to each other, taking the meaning of Guanghan high school. Osmanthus can also make wine. Mao Zedong said that Wu Gang held osmanthus wine and spread all over the world. Flowers are still fragrant, but people are old. The fragrance of osmanthus is floating, and the year will end. After figuring out the harvest of one year, I know that it is abundant. Immerse yourself in your own words and release your happiness, anger and sorrow with simple and shallow words. Whether pouring out or releasing out, it is always a mental process. A little bit of fragrance emitted in the text is dark, faint, permeating the heart and filling the life. A Little Happiness is like sweet osmanthus fragrance, Flying quietly in the clear autumn wind. The fragrance of osmanthus is permeated, and people are busy. As old as this, it still smells as old as before. 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…

Rape

Rape flower was born to be a child of a peasant family. It was simple and plain, without showing the spirit of wealth, so that people could easily forget her. Rape flower is weak, and her life is also short. However, in March of spring every year, this immature life will never forget to stretch its vigorous figure, open its golden smiling face to the Earth, and invite hundreds of millions of people to cheer and sing to the sky, show people their happy and happy existence. The dance of rape flower is romantic, and her heart always misses the pots and pans of life. In the yellow ocean, it is inevitable to have endless association with yellow. I asked some primary school students who met in the flowers: Why is this flower yellow? Their answer was straightforward: it was originally yellow. I patiently and never tire of giving them an extraordinary Lecture: The reason why flowers of different colors show different colors is that they do not absorb the color of sunlight! This yellow flower finally reflects the yellow light to our eyes because it does not absorb the yellow spectrum in the sunlight. I got a burst of self-contented pleasure when I made the school children in a state appreciate each other. Nature endows life with infinite secrets, while small rape flowers store their natural codes. Every year, they never forget to sing about their existence in spring, sending abundant Joan juice to bees and offering crystal clear nectar to people, the blue sky reflects the continuous yellow flowers, and gives the Earth an elegant and charming fragrance. A piece of rape petals can be ignored. When they gallop and jump with hundreds of millions of people, they will lift your INFINITE IMAGINATION. Look closely at a piece of rape flower leaves, which are transparent in the sun, filter the yellow spectrum of sunlight to spring in the clear, and its beauty is a kind of elegant and pure country beauty, natural beauty. The fragrance of a piece of rape flower and leaf is superficial and even hard to smell. Only the sea of yellow flowers rushing to the sky contains infinite fragrance, which is intoxicating and fragrant. It is appropriate to enjoy flowers to be plain. The Yellow Wave rolling towards the sky, just like the golden flying carpet flying in time and space, unreal and surging, explaining a new year with vigor and vitality. Yes, no matter how bright and gorgeous the color in the city is, it can’t match the natural charming, elegant and sweet fragrance of rape flowers anyhow. When you relax, stay away from the artificial Castle for a while, and get close to the land, if you happen to meet the endless yellow flowers unexpectedly, you will certainly suck the sweet and fresh fragrance unwittingly, embrace this romantic and cheap flower with open mind. If you can’t help kissing her Golden and delicate little face, and the yellow flowers all over the sky evoke your poetry, you will keep calling, expressing your long-closed and depressed emotion, singing to the sky means that your passion of life is activated by this little rape flower, and you have gained infinite happiness. Your demand for life is concise, and you are approaching the origin of life. 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…