Autumn

After passing through mania and fervor, the season gradually became calm, so autumn came on stage. The arrival of autumn started from the river, and the Autumn Water was the dream appearing hurriedly behind the bustle and prosperity. It was the existence of eternal beauty. She stepped on the morning dew of Dawn and penetrated the light mist, facing the strong fruity fragrance, we keep approaching the essence of things and reach the core of things. Autumn is always so simple, so deep, and so full of meditation and reverie. When the fruits hang on the branches, when the fallen leaves drift in the wind, when the sky becomes remote and clear, when the crops are ripe and droop down their heads, at this moment, all things have profound philosophy and amazing thoughts. Qiushui is the wisest elder and the most profound philosopher in this group. My love for Autumn Water is due to the nameless river in my hometown when I was young. Every autumn day is approaching, the river in front of the door is clear, quiet and beautiful, just like a pretty woman standing in front of her, which makes people dream of it. On the riverside of autumn, those stones, either showed up in public, or indulged in the bottom of the water, in the autumn wind, seemed to want to announce something, and the oath was so profound and touching, directly pounding people’s souls. The further perception of Autumn Water is after reading Chuang Tzu’s autumn water. The wisdom and beauty, the philosophy and the simplicity and the style of the Sun and the moon, the world is warm and cold, and the vicissitudes of life are immersed in the calm autumn water, which gives people deep thought and enlightenment, let life reach a clear state. Autumn Water is always so clear, so clear, so biting, so clear that people remove all the opaque distractions. I have been looking for such a state of mind in my life, which is a transparent reason and a clear understanding. Every time when it comes to autumn water, she is facing a mirror. She constantly reflects the confusion and anxiety in my heart, confusion and chaos, and peeps into the turbidity of my heart. Therefore, I sincerely pray that my heart is like the autumn water, not surprised, not happy, let nature come, return by nature, not happy because of things, not sad because of oneself, live each day calmly and earnestly, and do what you should do. Autumn Water is always so quiet, calm, calm, calm people feel ashamed. The reeds are gray, and the White Dew is frost. The so-called Yi people are on the water side. This is the description of the quietness and beauty of autumn water after the white dew in the Book of Songs. In such a tranquil beauty, the trees on both sides of the river are gradually bleak in the autumn wind. When it comes to late autumn, the leaves are withered, those empty branches, like swimming hands, seemed to want to catch something from the sky, and also seemed to pray to God. Those palms stretched out by Qiu root grasped the Earth stubbornly, as if they were going to pull out their desire that they would not give up from the Earth. Looking down at the water, although she snuggled up with the trees in autumn, she didn’t have the panic and begging of the trees at all. What she had was just a withered and prosperous, a rising and a declining, and a falling together, one happiness, one sorrow, the calm, unhurried and calm. It is a kind of great benevolence and wisdom that have made brilliant achievements, ice crystal and clear; It is a kind of wisdom and soberness, indifference and tranquility after years of precipitation; It is a kind of honor and disgrace that has been seen through the world of mortals, open-minded, smart. In such a clear autumn, let’s go hand in hand, gather together and sing, look at the Autumn Field from afar, look through the autumn water, reach the gentleman-like open heart, reshape the plain Heart of Ice and Jade, and harvest the seemingly ordinary plump fruit. 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…

Blue eye

In the season of rolling leaves and remaining edges, sadness overflows. The white clouds covered the sadness of the Angel. Did time change him or his mood? He couldn’t write clearly with a few words about his desire to speak, and the reality with broken wings made him tearful. Through the crevice of withered yellow leaves, I vaguely saw the blue tears of the Angel and the coldness of my heart. When spring comes and autumn comes, I sigh in a hurry. The days are as endless as a mirror. Blue tears mixed with deep sadness, making me look deeper, more lingering and lonely. He walked on the Earth, timid, hesitant and stumbling, like a ghost child who was in a desperate mood. Standing on tiptoe, looking up at the sunlight in the air, the dream is still out of reach. I didn’t know the direction that the loose steps were going to reach. My sight happened to be hidden by the dust in the world, and Faith was also taken away. The clear eyes of the Angel are hard to hide the light sadness, the blue tears soaked in the heart, the sad spring flowers and autumn fall, the time comes and goes, the children in the world have the sorrow of growing up. The ordinary people’s eyes gradually contained more, and there were too many helpless sufferings in the world of mortals. The more he saw, the more frustrated his heart became: When will the dust settle down and replace it with warmth and purity? The wind pierced quietly, and the swirling fallen leaves carried the summer dream and found a destination. The withered land was buried forever, leaving silently. The innumerable sufferings in the days tortured too many people-those orphans forgotten by fate in the unknown dark corner. Come Lonely, walk lonely. The down-and-down Angels have brought too much compassion to these suffering people, and they are at a loss. The tears of light blue and cool are not the purest weak water gathering in this world, but the bitterness and sadness which are more mellow than the land. The original pure voice seemed to be taken away by the rustling wind mixed with sadness, choked by dust, or maybe he was too helpless and depressed to speak any more. When will the warm rising sun shine on the cold land in the corner? The dream hidden in the white clouds, with faint blue light shining, looked up with great efforts, which turned out to be so far away. He is also an abandoned child left by God. He is down and out, and his steps are messy and lost. The saddest thing is to see that the world is bleak but helpless. The branches dancing in the darkness panicked the lovely creatures perched on, fluttering their wings and running away at a loss. This broken state of mind was filled with the moans of unfortunate people who endured many sufferings, his broken blue tears fell into the crack of the dry earth. Pedestrian Trinidad, dreams chang xiang yi. A lifetime of persistent, end roots. The Blue Tears of the Angel, who is praying for a little peace in chasing dreams? Like (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Interpretation

Try to let go of your breath and find a place where your soul can rest. Living in the comfort of the soul, interpreting the soul and releasing the thoughts gently in the space that belongs to oneself. Let go of the heavy pressure of life, release the soul, fly the empty sky, spread your wings and fly, carry the sincerity, depth and kindness of life, devote your best to write the soul, looking for the bright spot of the future and shining the light of the soul. Although personal hobby is not the most important thing, it is the harbor of your heart. It can make your heart as beautiful as flowers and decorate the colorful and gorgeous life, it is a kind of mood, a kind of comfort, which can give the soul enough happiness. The time in writing is a narcissistic woman, who is free and beautiful, dressing up, elegant plain clothes, smearing the most beautiful warm color in the deep heart. A heart of self-consolation can be carved in the wind and rain, carving the most perfect image in the soul, shaping noble feelings, encountering the most beautiful encounter, which is a pure monologue between the soul and the words, feel the warmth and warmth of the world in the words, and read the beauty of life at hand. Life is a process of ups and downs. Only when you taste it with your heart can you demand the fragrant memories of your life. In the busy life, I never forget that the soul under my writing, the charm, the waves and moods in the writing are all the truest emotions in my writing, it is a pouring out of an arrogant soul, a monologue in the heart, it is like a towering mountain, quiet and independent, with a heart of loving words, a glass heart, clear and transparent, not easy to touch, but broken when touched. The words in the palm have a warm moment, the fertile land of the soul, the warmth of sunshine, the endless ripples at that moment, looking up at the beginning of life, as if everything in life is so beautiful, in the words, there are beautiful mountains and rivers in the works. In the poems, there are light Moon, clear wind, and warm writing, just to comfort the warmth in the deep heart. Words, pour out your heart, it is bitter, aftertaste is a kind of soul ridicule, its heart space, spiritual way, painted gray, in the rising heart, the coexistence of joy and loneliness is the sweetness and bitterness in the aftertaste, and the intoxication that is hard to refuse. When you are immersed in writing, what you taste is life, the low point of your own life, the low point of life fault, and the peak of your failure to reach happiness. When you are depressed, it is a blooming flower of soul, revealing my lonely soul in loneliness. However, at this moment, the space of life only belongs to myself. When no one gives a bright smile in life, then let go of smiling to your heart, letting go of the beauty and peace in your heart, and finding 1,000 reasons to make yourself happy, I will never think about the hesitant world forever, open my heart to myself, fly my free heart to the harbor of dreams. The emotion of writing down, which is pale and Moody, is the slurry of soul, the season of lonely sublimation, the bottom of one’s own soul, interpreting the voice of the soul, when you feel distressed and hard to rely on, when the pain cannot be cured, write your own words to comfort the injured heart, release your pain in the words, and release a depressed soul. Writing, when you feel free to love and be loved, the episodes and sorrows that wash the bottom of your heart are an idyllic field of keeping words. I have learned to interpret the soul in poems, release myself, recite the sorrow of fallen flowers in poems, thoroughly understand the true meaning of life, and find the summer resort of my soul in the answers of life. Thank God for giving spiritual words and wise heart, so that you can cherish your heart freely, freely and indulge your soul of solo dance in the moment of all kinds of worries. The depressed sadness in the words, the hesitation at the corner of the heart, the sincere hope in the heart, and the sunshine and sadness in the heart are expressed by writing in the song-like years, be a true self, calm in the words, and ask freely. Walking forward in the sad journey of life, life is bitter and short, with a plain heart, smiling at life, smiling at flowers blooming and falling, a hint of smoke and rain, no rain, no resistance, no resistance, in monologue words, looking for the breath of youth, time is not old, I am not old, remembering those lost time that still shines in front of me the beauty and past of life can not be left, and there is no plan to stay, those happy and sad are all past, gone away, and all passed away in the passage of time. The people in the story were far away from life, far away from sight, only peace of mind! Writing is warm, time is clear, writing has become the comfort of life, and it has become a kind of beauty to make up for defects. This beauty is too deep into the heart, and the time in the world of mortals is dripping, blowing away the passing years quietly, those who have been warm have already been decadent, and the only mark that cannot be destroyed is deposited in the bottom of my heart, leaving me a long memory of life. How can I feel relieved? The wound will not hurt too much, and how can I interpret it, so that I can forget it! 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…

Do home

To be honest, apart from reading some idle books and occasionally graffiti in my spare time, my greatest hobby is doing housework. Yes, in the eyes of many people, a big man must have nothing to do with housework all day long. Indeed, throughout all times and in all countries, which man who has made great achievements is related to housework. For this reason, I really felt a little sigh, but I was also very helpless. My nature lacked the chic and eclectic tolerance of the feather fan towel, so only being honest and responsible and doing things well can I be peaceful and peaceful. The love of doing housework stems from the care for family and the love for life. Besides, there is another biggest reason that is determined by habits and characters, of course, other factors or the environment are not excluded. The reason why I said so is related to my parents’ education since I was a child. Parents said that the family could be poor, but not dirty. With such a sentence in my heart, nature played a considerable role, and even influenced my later life. Therefore, when I got my own home, I closely linked housework with the quality of life. The reason why I want to do this is very simple, that is, to make my life spotless and clean. In my life philosophy, the home doesn’t need to be big and gorgeous, but it must be as clean as new, with clear windows and orderly. Life lives in such an atmosphere, and the mood is happy and relieved. I admit that nowadays many families are decorated magnificently and even luxurious, with a chandelier of thousands. Compared with them, my residence is simply a shabby house, which is incomparable. But the reason why I love my family is that it is concise, lively, well-proportioned and elegant. The biggest impression of anyone who has been to my home is that it is clean, there is no extra things, and everything is properly arranged. This is the feeling I want and the purpose I love to do housework. This is not a matter of taste, but a matter closely related to life aesthetics and life quality. What is poetic dwelling? In my opinion, it is the original intention of love to tidy up the house in an orderly manner. Everyone knows that love should be the purest without any impurities and noise, so is home. A clean home is exactly the same as the owner’s inner cultivation and aesthetic psychology. To be honest, I have been to many families. In terms of the House, both the space and the seat are quite good, and the furniture and furnishings are of good quality and everything. However, the scene and the smell in the air are really unbearable. When I looked closer, the hearths and toilets were full of filth, and the quilts and clothes were as messy as haystack everywhere. When I looked at them, I knew that the owner was the kind of person who muddled along. For such a family, I think there is nothing worth dazzling, even his work, career, pursuit, ideal or other things will not be good there. I remember someone said this sentence: a person who can work must be a person who can rest. Just imagine, how could a person who was in the court and raised in the court not even care about and tidy up his own home. Of course, this is not absolute either. For example, there are some people like university scholars and professors whose home is the place of work, and the floor is full of books, tea sets and so on, you really can’t say that their life is not of quality or poetic style. Maybe it is unknown that what they want is this kind of feeling. Still in that sentence, life is very different and life has its own hobbies, so we can’t force it. Anyway, in my opinion, the first essence of life is doing housework. Only by putting doing housework above life can life live quietly and poetically. Yes, I am think like this, and it is indeed doing like this. It is really a little tired to keep sweeping every day. But after being tired, the life presented is different, it is full of vitality, at least the effect it brings is full of interest. I declare that I don’t have any cleanliness addiction personally, but it doesn’t affect my hobby of doing housework at all. Dust removal and touching are daily homework, and more than once or twice, as long as I see uncomfortable there, I will do it, of course, including washing the laundry and so on. In a word, the hobby of doing housework is based on the premise of winning a better life for myself and others. Doing housework is not only a duty but also a responsibility. I, who pay attention to the quality of life, even understand the importance of doing housework to my family. In my heart, home is a piece of green pasture, and it is also a swaying willow branch under the spring breeze. No matter life enters it or passes through here, it should be lingering and forgetting. Yes, the home is like what Pan Meichen sang in the song. It doesn’t need too much space, and it’s good to be clean. It is also like what Liu Yuxi’s humble room inscription advocates: the Moss mark is green, and the grass color is green. There are scholars talking and laughing, and there is no white ding when traveling. You can tune the plain piano and read the golden scriptures. There is no mess of silk and bamboo, and no strain of documents. In fact, it is not difficult to do this. As long as you are like me, give up male chauvinism, start from me, start from the details of housework, and a brand new home must appear in front of you. This is not to please anyone, but the expression of loving life and infusing colors and elements into life. People who believe in loving tomorrow and life must be people who know how to create a living atmosphere. And this kind of life must start from doing housework! 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…

Bauhinia

On the morning of midsummer, walking on the sunny street, the hot sun was burning on the Earth, and it seemed to be steaming all around, making people feel like being in a steamer with sweat flowing down constantly. Walking to the shade beside the street in a hurry, there was a feeling of being sheltered immediately. Walking on this avenue frequently, I never felt the magic charm of these green leaves. When I was waiting for the car in my spare time, I turned around casually and saw the Bauhinia vine which was covered with the fence on the balcony of my home. The end of one of the vines had climbed onto the wall of the compartment, this is the green plant I planted on the balcony to shade the sun. Thinking of the experience of this Bauhinia Vine reminds me of a word: life is endless and struggle is endless. I remember last spring, this Bauhinia Vine came to my home from the flower market. At that time, the exquisite flowerpot was covered with white stones, and a thick root stem with a pen pole emerged in the middle, with several long green vines hanging on the triangular bamboo shelf on the flowerpot, each leaf looks so green, and the buds extending out are covered with curly Silk. They are looking for objects that can be climbed, and the buds with triangular bamboo frames are supporting each other, green leaves swaying in the wind, like children dancing happily. I gently untill the threads circling each other, and clung them one by one on the fence of the balcony. Every day, I watched the buds continuously extending upward, and the threads tightly circling the steel wire of the fence, it seems to see its determination step by step, the joy of harvest one day. Maybe it was because of the change of seasons, or because I didn’t care carefully. Shortly after the summer, I found that the leaves of Bauhinia Vine turned yellow slowly, and the roots dried up slowly. Pieces of withered leaves and withered Bauhinia vines seem so bleak and helpless in the bleak autumn wind. I picked up a piece of fallen leaves and thought in my heart that this Bauhinia Vine may not have the reincarnation of the future years, and winter will come and spring will come. His wife cultivated soil and fertilizer for all the plants in the family, hoping to rejuvenate the withered flowers and trees in the spring. I didn’t have much hope for this withered Bauhinia Vine at first, until one day, my wife shouted excitedly: husband, come here, Bauhinia Vine has sprouted. Only then did I truly realize that spring really came and everything began to recover. Every time I stand on the balcony, I can feel the elongation of Bauhinia vine and the power of its hand grasping the steel wire, but I can’t imagine the way it attaches when climbing the wall. Still step by step, the difference is the length of rattan extension and the amount of new life. Under the reflection of sunshine, it is endless, luxuriant and luxuriant. The growth process of Bauhinia Vine is just like the process of life. A person’s life will never be smooth sailing. As long as he moves forward step by step and struggles endlessly, he can sit and watch the ups and downs and watch the ups and downs of the tide. Even if we fall into the low ebb of life, we must never give up lightly. We must believe that there is still spring and let us rebuild our lives. As long as we live endlessly, we will struggle more. 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…

Years

The colder the outside is, the warmer your presence is, and I am warm in my dream. The vicissitudes of time you are still, my dream; The past is here, and the future is forever, my dream. When the storm strikes, I hide in your smile, I smile in your smile, my dream. You will always be the shelter of the sky and storm on my head, dear. My childhood dream was a pair of wings of birds. I am always eager to fly, fly over the sea, and surpass the wind and rain. I once asked the minister of animal husbandry, why did God make people uneasy to insert a pair of wings? In this way, people can also fly, fly away from the bitter sea, fly away from the barren land, enjoy themselves with the Stars, enjoy themselves with the white clouds, Kiss the Moon, and ask the Sun a good shepherd without answering, but he held my little hand all the way and repeatedly taught me antonyms: Heaven and Earth, light and darkness, angel and devil, bitter happiness, rich and poor childhood dream, which was the thick Banana Peel watermelon peel. I have eaten all the sweet ones, and the green ones remain. The pulp is gone, and there is Peel to remember. I dreamed that it was a piece of sweetness that I could not finish eating, and I imagined that it was a piece of endless sweetness. Just because there was still a piece of peel in my hand, I played in my palm for a long time. Looking back on that afternoon, I fell asleep in early summer without any talent, looking at a boy in front of the court, sleeping on the floor, satisfied and sweet, rotten sweet potato raised his dirty chubby light shelter, it’s too high for half a day. Not far away from the shelter stock, I don’t know who accidentally lost two inch dates. One long and one short, a group of ants were carrying the pies that fell this day happily. Unexpectedly, when the dirty child woke up, he immediately expelled the ant with his fat little hand, picked up the inch jujube, put the long one into his mouth, chewed it out, and then ate the short one, it is getting smaller and smaller, and the more careful you eat, the more afraid you will eat it all at once. I silently looked at the small inch jujube in his hand, luckily there was still a piece of watermelon peel in his hand, which would never be eaten. When I was young, a small wooden house was always built in my dream. Deep in the mountain, it was covered by forests and surrounded by streams. Green grass bed collapsed, pillow stone sleep, green leaves as vegetables, tiles as pots, sand is rice, mud is rice balls, doll is baby, you are father I am mother, happy to play house, today in the 21st century, buildings on the riverside of the provincial capital are shining in the night. The golden lights decorated the tall buildings with magnificence, which was better than the Paradise in my childhood dream. I didn’t know there were people in the deep of the tall buildings who were worried. The heaven in their dreams might be the desolation when I was young, and the innocent vegetation and landscape. When I was young, a handful of popcorn could buy a happy day. A floral dress can experience the pride of being a bride. When I was young, my mother always gave good things to her children, but she comforted herself: I am satisfied after smelling the fragrance. It doesn’t matter. After going to heaven, I will have a lot of delicious food. At that time, it was said that on the way to heaven, you could smell the fragrance of hundreds of fruits from a long distance. It was refreshing in your heart and echoed in your throat for a long time. The sensual enjoyment of being happy, sweet and floating was really unspeakable. Now we know that the revived people are out of touch with the world. They are like a gust of wind, a starlight, flashing in our dreamland. In my dream, I saw the former Shepherd still holding my hand and teaching me antonyms: day and night, ugliness and beauty, precipitation and sublimation, filth and nobility, sinking and resurrection in an instant, I know that there is a kind of life called Resurrection, which can give us the power to surpass, just like a pair of invisible wings. Oh, my dream. The colder the outside is, the warmer your presence will be. The vicissitudes of time come and go in a hurry. Maybe one day in the future, time and space will disappear and you will still be there. Maybe one day, business does not exist, and you are still there. Maybe one day, the separation of life and death does not exist, and you are still there. Maybe one day, there will be no difference between cold and warm day and night, and you will still be. You are the past, the present, and the future. You are like a music that will never die. You are like spring water that never dries up, singing in my heart, flowing in my heart, shaping my soul and moistening my soul until the end of life. There is no spring in this world, just like you are sweet, relieving my thirst, my dream, my beloved. There is no spray in this world, just like you are romantic, kiss me and impact me, my dream, my beloved. There is no music in this world, as wonderful as you, which can permeate my soul, my dream and my beloved. You are enough for me to laugh; You are enough for me to move forward; You are enough for me to fly; You are enough for my dream, my beloved. People’s life, rich and poor, will pass. In one’s life, the humble authority has to pass. The life of a person, the ease of work, must pass. The whole life of a person, those who cry or not, must pass. People’s life, justice and injustice, must pass. Only you, my dream, you will last forever. Your revived life gives me the ability to surpass, placing a pair of invisible wings for me. When the storm strikes, I hide in your smile, and I smile in your smile. Oh, my dream, the vicissitudes of time, you still 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…

Exam

The sunshine of spring passes through thick clouds and shines around the examination room. The sunshine on the playground is a little dazzling. The examinees standing or sitting under the green trees and small trees, some are so young and beautiful; Some are so handsome; Some are slightly immature and innocent. As a senior Uncle, I carried a shoulder bag and was still immersed in the persuasion of the security guard who just entered the school gate: this parent, please stay at the school gate to send the children exams! In the embarrassing memories. I showed my ID card and admission ticket to the security guard. The surprised eyes of the security guard gave me an unspeakable sadness. Yes, a lot of people are old, and I still don’t know how hard they have to go to such a far place to suffer. I really deserve it. I also secretly laughed at myself. Walking down the steps from the playground, there was a booths not far away. The outside beam of the booths wrote: Song booths. There were a lot of handsome guys and pretty girls around. I didn’t walk into the bookstore, and now I felt regretful when I remembered it. I didn’t see the specific content of song bookstore. However, by intuition, the simple and dignified appearance of song Shuting on campus must be related to reading. From a certain perspective, the culture of the school always wants to inspire the descendants to work hard and pursue diligently. I didn’t take out the review materials, and saw the handsome and beautiful girl’s appearance of cherishing time like gold. My heart was filled with emotion: these college students were not so carefree after ten years of cold window, I don’t know where to go in the future? At the same time, I was more envious in my heart: they had many choices on the crossroads of life. Unlike Our Army at that time who crossed a single-plank bridge, there were almost two roads: either going home to farm, either on university. After walking down the steps, I read the news on the bulletin board of the school. Suddenly, I saw four comprehensive ones. I thought in my heart that the current affairs and politics will be tested in this exam. I hope I can see it in a while. Before reading the news, suddenly, a voice came: Mr. Wang, you are still watching current affairs and politics! I looked back and was surprised. It turned out to be teacher Chen in the same office. How? Teacher Chen, you also came to take the exam. I didn’t even hear you say that it’s so confidential? I didn’t take the exam, so I accompanied my boyfriend to take the exam. Oh, the world is so small, so beautiful and wonderful, the space is occupied by love, loved by love, loved by love, loved by love! I chaffed word. Where is? Teacher Chen smiled. With husband Beijing exam champion far-reaching! Sinochem civilization has been carried forward here! I predicted that Xiao Chen’s boyfriend would come to take exams after he was a graduate student. The bell of preparation for the exam rang, and everyone walked into their respective examination rooms in an orderly manner. After the bell rang, I saw the examination paper. The first question on the paper was four comprehensive ones, after a burst of delight, I felt a little excited after writing down the answer. However, the following questions were much unknown. On the train back, there were three beautiful women on the opposite side and two beautiful women next to them. Although their faces were a little haggard, their eyes were bright and bright, and they all looked beautiful under light makeup. In the conversation between them, I recognized that they also came to take the exam. After a girl opposite me looked at me, she hesitated for a while and said: Are you teacher Wang? I am Cai Qian. Cai Qian, you have changed so much and become so beautiful that I can’t recognize you! After saying these words, the figure of the petite but diligent and lovely girl in those years appeared in my mind. After a few greetings, the students recalled their concern for her and expressed their deep gratitude. Due to the influence of teachers in those years, she decided to be a teacher as well. Remember homesickness, this time I went back home to take exams with my college classmates. The train is driving on the bank of Nanpu River, and the mountain flowers on both sides of the river are romantic and luxuriant in spring. In the midst of talking and laughing with the students, Cai Qian was about to get to the station unconsciously. Cai Qian hurriedly wanted to help me carry my luggage. I was determined not to do it because she was so pedantic, and I was a big and big man, how could she be affected? Cai Qian couldn’t beat me. Finally, I helped her carry a bag. After walking down the platform, the spring breeze stroke my face, and I suddenly found that today’s sunshine is particularly bright! In the evening, Cai Qian sent me a text message: teacher, I may not pass the exam this time, and I will let the teacher down. I thought a little, and hurriedly replied a text message: I don’t know yet. Besides, even if I can’t pass the exam this year, I still have a chance next year. Just go ahead. The words were very simple. After a while, she replied to a text message: Thank you, teacher! Many years of setbacks and failures, people are still taking exams after middle age, youth is no longer there, the temples have been sparse white hair, the exams in previous years have not achieved any excellent results, I don’t think there will be any surprise in this year’s exam. When the past is like smoke, the light is those ordinary memories, just remind yourself that on the road of life, there are many exams to be tested well in the future. In this exam, I accidentally saw the answer on the bulletin board, met the former students, and saw the diligent pursuit of handsome and beautiful women on the playground. I thought: between chance and necessity, down-to-earth is eternity. 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…

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Current position: Prose> prose essay> mood prose> call from Lotus Lake-go to Dazhou to participate in the literature creation of young and middle-aged writers in Sichuan province in 2014, hold my hand and restrain my half-life madness Association, kiss my eyes, cover my half-life wandering Lotus out of the silt but not dyed, to show that it is clean and good; Literature is out of the secular world and detached, in order to understand its literati moral integrity. In July, 2014, the literature creation training class for young and middle-aged writers in Sichuan province was held at Lotus Lake. Its profound meaning is self-evident. You came from Bashan, and I set out from Guang’an. We met in Dazhou, Lotus Lake, the same place, the same dream, and the pursuit and persistence of literature were like the Sun in July, passionate like fire. He Dang cut the candle in the west window, but when it was raining at night. Luo Yong, the secretary of the Party committee of Sichuan Writers Association, made a speech at the opening ceremony, starting with poetry, aiming at awakening poetry friends and reforming Bashu literature, let people enjoy the beautiful scenery of urban and rural areas where Bashan culture is integrated with modern civilization, and let people listen to the wonderful notes of the collision between Bashan night rain and eastern Sichuan culture. The inheritance and renaissance of literature and art are related to the inheritance and renaissance of the nation. The long history and thick history provide rich materials. The nourishment and infiltration of literature and art help the literary dream insert wings to fly. We, A group of literary enthusiasts, who dream about the Lotus Lake, have close contact with famous artists, listen to the notes played by words, and appreciate the astounding lectures of famous artists. In July 13-18, it was an unforgettable time dedicated to literature. We improved in our painstaking study, gained something after thinking carefully, and ignited our creative passion in discussion and communication. We gathered friends through literature, became attached to literature, learned from each other and strove each other, standing in a tree, a tree watching the moonlight of the soul in the dark night. Kingston Birch, long blue sky, slightly south wind. Lotus flowers bloom on the lake, the summer in eastern Sichuan, leave a memory in Lotus Lake. Bai Hua from Southwest Jiaotong University dressed in white, pure and clean. As a poet, he has achieved fruitful results; As a professor, he is knowledgeable and talented. Titles are not important, but Lectures are important. His “modernity, nationality and language problems of modern Chinese poetry” clearly analyzes the process of modern Chinese poetry, the fierce attack of Western culture leads to the Westernization of Chinese poetry, and the cultural hegemony leads to the loss of their own cultural fingerprints and identities. The guidance of Western literary theories leads to a circle of our nation’s anarchic Sinologists, finally return to the respect and inheritance of Chinese classic culture. It is believed that modern Chinese poetry should obtain different nutrition resources from classical Chinese, vernacular Chinese (including daily spoken language) and translation style (including foreign vocabulary), and integrate classical Chinese, vernacular Chinese and translation style into one. The writer Bo Hua narrated the modernity and nationality of poetry in a calm tone, and illustrated the language problem of poetry with handy examples. Although it was a boring theory, it was delighted by the easy-to-understand explanation. Enjoy the scenery on both sides along the river of poetry and experience the feelings of poetry with teachers. Overlapping rhyme expresses inner ripples, and two voices show inner cramming. Poetry is experience, while poetry is feeling. When writing a poem for a word, there are always new things and changes in new things, which show the unique language charm and poetic style. Slowly wake up the sleeping soul, quietly raise the inner demand, and some poetic things pass. Speaking of western Hunan, I couldn’t help thinking of Shen Congwen, the beautiful and romantic life and the pastoral style; While Peng Xueming deeply rooted the image of “mother” in people’s hearts, it shows a brand new impression of western Hunan. Words have life while literature has life. Litterateurs have infinite poetic heart because they touch literature. Words are eternal, literature is eternal, and litterateurs are eternal because of literature. Literature cannot live without life, and life is more wonderful than creation. Defamiliarization of familiar life is the writer’s ability to express life, and also the skill Peng Xueming taught us. Truth is the soul of prose. Though fiction is fictional, it still comes from life. There is no life, making things up, and writing about life without understanding life. Such works will be dumped by life sooner or later. Write the words into the heart of the era, punish evil and promote good for this era, vigorously promote the clear; Cherish the world for this era, mournful the earth; Spread the virtue of virtue of virtue and good as water for this era. The prose “mother” reaches the depth of people’s heart with simple and elegant language, conveys human feelings and beauty of human nature, and evokes filial piety of children all over the world. Someone turned homesickness into a bright moon, someone integrated homesickness into the shallow strait, while Peng Xueming integrated homesickness into Western Hunan and the outstanding land, integrating into another mother in his life, touching people with details of life and infecting people with the warmth and coldness of human nature. In this way, the words are written into the heart of art, integrate art into the heart of life. The call of “mother” awakened the sleeping memory of the descendants of the yellow dynasty, like a trickle moistening the hearts of children all over the world. Liu Xinglong was the most familiar person to me. He admired for a long time and finally got in close contact. Although this was the case, he didn’t take a group photo alone. Novel is a matter of honesty. Literature inherits the Spirit and Destiny of a nation, which is the frontier of a country’s culture. It is by no means a matter of several books or romantic affairs, it is not only to record the sins of the world, but also the pain, struggle, moaning and even shame afterwards, because literature is not singing a hymn, but singing an elegan. The literature written for writing is not in the state of literature, nor does it enter the literary scene. Literature must be a pair of wise eyes, which can see the truth behind the facts and the essence through phenomena. Only literature of a certain depth and length can reach the depth of literature and glow with charm; Only when we stand at the moment and look back at the past and do our job well can we write our words well; Only when we are responsible for the characters under the pen, only when the author’s feelings are hidden in the details can he meet the human nature and have the charm of touching people. You came from Huangzhou with the spirit of Zhou Lang from the three kingdoms; You came from the water conservancy construction site with the wisdom inspiration of landscape; You came from the words with the romantic feelings of literature; you look up from the grass: choosing literature is also the value of choice. We can be lonely, we can be lonely, we do ourselves well, which is the greatest contribution to society. A leaf boat came from Gansu, from north to south, full of expectations for literature lovers, “Cross running from childhood to poetry”. If literature is a river, then poetry is the upstream of the river, which gathers trickle streams and integrates all rivers; Prose is the middle section of the river, with open riverbed and deep still water; novel is river downstream, nishajuxia, beheld its vicissitudes. A river starts from a drop of water, continuously accumulates, invests into the sea, and completes the fate of a river, thus obtaining eternity. Therefore, the sea is the destination of literature and the beginning of a new cycle. Literature inside is the expansion of a drop of water, which is the knowledge of beauty and goodness. To engage in literature, both inside and outside, to see the outside, to listen to the heart; To see the world clearly, to find the foothold. Literature is like braised tofu, asking the truth behind the appearance. The end of the news is just the beginning of literature. I have no wings, but I chose to fly. Last night, the East wind blew the dream far away, and I love the country most. Literature is to find the way back to her hometown in her mother tongue and regain the light of humanity that has been covered for a long time; Literature is to polish the dirty words and make her shine with silver. The era will deprive poetry, restore the ancient rules of literature, and restore the inner dignity of Chinese characters. A person engaged in literature is a part of personal narration, and the personal narration of countless people constitutes the national narration. Literature follows a pure life from common things, and then goes back to common things; Literature uses thin shoulders to shoulder the morality of the world, pokes out the soap bubbles of life and restores the true nature of life. In today’s society, there are fewer and fewer people reading novels. A person can not read a novel from birth to death, but still live a good life, that is, our life can completely leave literature. This is a phenomenon and also implies worries. Will novels really die? Xiangrong’s novel spirit and death shows us the past, present and future of the novel. Although Ma Yuan, a pioneer literature writer, mentioned the death of novels in novels and our times, novels or literature still have the necessity of their existence, which is the spirit of novels. Xiangrong thinks: Among all the art forms nowadays, novels have irreplaceable quality spirit. Only novels can find the secret things in this world, and the immortal vitality of novels also lies in this. The uncertainty of the world means the infinite possibility of life, which leads to the richness and complexity of the world. The novel can be regarded as a form which is consistent with the complex and fuzzy world itself. The novel can express the richness and complexity of life most effectively. Literature can describe the imaginary possibility. Although this possibility may be shattered by reality, novels can reach reality through artistic imagination. Short training, beautiful memories, the door of literature is open, the Lotus Lake is sunny, and the boats on the water are rippling with the blue waves. We, who love words, will walk together. The flowers and plants on both sides will bloom with poetic fragrance, and the joyful words along the way will reflect the eternal memory. Holding the hand of literature, I will share your life with you. Kiss the eyes of literature and give you a lifetime of deep feeling. 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…