Sunshine

It is another New Year, New Year’s Day, sunny day, everything seems so peaceful, good years must have a good omen, such a good time, but I like to lie on the bed lazily and watch variety shows, I can feel the wonderful joy of talking about gods. As time passes by, I also have artistic cells hidden in my heart. I can say something from time to time: how can I beat the Allegro? I don’t praise others …… it’s really a bit of imitation, if there is a chance to show off in the crowd, the cowhide is not blowing, the train is not pushing, the Mount Tai is not moving, the child is raising drops, is it impromptu to make experts sword in hand, then you will know if there is, let’s practice as we say, and we are not afraid of falling behind. After having lunch and going out for a walk, don’t miss the good time. It’s sunny and warm in winter, but I still put on a thick coat and high-top high-heel shoes. Oh, I haven’t worn high-heeled shoes for a long time, walking with stilts in a difficult way, walking towards the street gracefully, I was unwilling to miss the colorful flags dressed up in the festival atmosphere on the street and went straight to the place where I dreamed, the city moat and the bare riverbank. Through a shabby alley and mottled walls, I suddenly woke up some kind of missing. The Second Middle School was once a pond. The Alley turned a few turns and then reached the well Blue Lane, there was a threshing ground on 55th. When I was a child, my mother-in-law took my hand and walked past the smoky stove club. The path was just in front of No. 2 Middle School. There was a large pool where my mother-in-law washed clothes, can I just go by myself? I lost it, really lost it. My mother often talked about this matter. When people asked each family with me, they asked my mother-in-law’s house and got back after losing it. This made my mother-in-law feel distressed. This matter also became a joke that my mother hit me, because it is not as beautiful as my elder sister, my mother often says: I may not be the one who is lost. Is there anyone who strikes his daughter like this? Mother. Just because I have been in my mother-in-law’s house for some days, I look like a person from my father’s side, My mother always liked to hit me, and later she moved me to my grandma’s home to take me with her. From Mom never mother-in-law good, because her mother-in-poor. I lost it more than once. On the first day of the new year, I wore a brand-new plaid cotton jacket. I don’t remember whether it was blue pants or yellow pants. Anyway, in those days, except blue, it was yellow, just like black and white photos, there is no color at all. I followed my uncle to pay New Year’s greetings with interest. After several turns in the threshing ground, I came to Carpenter Street, an alley paved with bluestone, wooden houses with thin slats on both sides, door to door and household to household, the firecrackers of every household covered this alley, and there was also a strong smell of gunpowder. The red image was covered with a layer of carpet. I was curious and picked up the firecrackers that had never been bombed while walking. My uncle greeted each other when he met an acquaintance, when my two pockets were full, I looked back and found my uncle. I was shocked and ran from one end of the alley to the other end. I didn’t know which one was the way home, maybe when I ran, I wore the wind and started to smoke in my pocket. I didn’t know at all, The smoke is getting bigger and bigger, but I am looking for my way home. Your pocket is on fire a man pointed at my pocket and said, “I burst into tears, uncle, where are you? Mom and dad come to me, I can’t find my way home —– that street is still there, the last alley paved by bluestone in Zhangshu city, the houses have become dilapidated buildings, and they will withdraw from the stage of history immediately. Instead, they will be high-rise buildings like dominoes, the old street which has crossed over a century will be the same as those who have passed away. What remains is only the memory of a generation. Walking on the wall of the moat, enjoying the scenery of both sides, it was a pity that except for the tall buildings in Bijie Linz, there were no tall, straight and luxuriant trees any more. The River of Ganjiang River is dry, like a mother who is going to be weaved. Without source, there is a large expanse of riverbed exposed. Looking at the village on the other side of the big Wharf, there are beautiful houses next to each other, which are really rich. My grandmother’s small village was once covered by green trees. The Ancient camphora trees which could hide people at the end of the village, like a white-haired fairy, greeted every passing passerby with a smile. The river in front of the door left me a lot of joy, from the dog climbing swimming to the free swimming across the shore, the figure of grandparents working, seasonal fresh vegetables all year round, because I am a vegetable farmer, my grandfather got up very early every day to sell vegetables. Every day I was on the main road at the gate, looking forward to my grandfather’s figure carrying a load home and buying some meat or fish every day. At that time, it is enviable to eat fish and meat every day. I have a lot of food there, I ate it and became a little fat. For many years, the appearance of my grandparents was almost blurred, praying for the paradise of my grandparents in their past life. Walking on the wall of the moat, walking slowly and enjoying the warm sunshine in winter, my mind was like a flood, which was out of control. Looking across the river, the scenery on the other side had already changed. The river bank, how many rounds have we traveled from grandma’s home to the timber yard? From the day my mother got married, her mother’s full dowry has always been her capital to attack her father. The poor father has always been obedient to her mother, the only daughter of that era had natural arrogance and domineering. When my father’s heart was happy, the girl Tian Luo often sang happily: Ding Ding duo, ding ding duo, your mother is a screw shell. It can be seen that my father cares for my mother. My mother’s nickname is Tian Luo. The joy of childhood is vivid in my mind. Flowers bloom on the other side, and flowers bloom brightly, but they are far away. Everything is fine! Stepping on the high high-heeled shoes, it makes my waist ache. Keep twisting. Where has the moat been repaired? Today, I have enough time and energy to find out the truth. Humming a little song, looking up at the blue sky from time to time, a good mood is comfortable. I like the smell of sunshine, the feeling of warm sunshine shining on my body, the generosity and indifference of sunshine, and the freedom of dust flying in the sunshine. It is rare to have such leisure and leisure. Walking on the wall of the moat, although it is not as magnificent as the Great Wall, it also has the generosity of protecting the country, without the noise of traffic, nor the crowded crowd, following the feeling, my mind is like a wild horse, galloping freely, very comfortable. Drumming, drumming, stroking to a stack. A group of people and horses under the wall were rehearsing this program. I never had the impulse to join in the fun. I stood by the wall and watched for a while, find two acquaintances watching there, just go down and say hello. I was asked to understand what was going on. The manufacturer promoted the product and exchanged a few greetings with friends, but I didn’t want to miss it. At this time, the sponsor of the activity sent me a wall calendar. This is good, very good, for me who doesn’t have the concept of time, hanging in the house, I can remind myself that I have been worshiping Buddha on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. I am completely in the house, and my ability to perceive the changes of the Four Seasons outside is very poor, I often don’t know if I want to wear seasonal clothes to make others laugh. Now I can count the calendar to feel the cold and warm. After thanks, continue my departure direction. I went back to the city wall again and found that the end was not far away. The end was not far away. Suddenly there was a pain of palpitation. I tried to reach the end. The pain was still there. I continued to move forward, it was a riverbank pushed by Earth. A large engineering vehicle passed by, rolling up yellow dust. The pain is getting heavier and heavier. Didn’t I drink Meng Po soup? How do you feel that when you walk to the bridge of mengpo in your previous life, the lingering memories still remain in your mind. Are Sansheng Stone, mengpo soup and dimples all engraved the imprints of your previous life? Tears flew down suddenly, and the loess was flying. Please take away my past memories. I just want a little dust floating outside the world of mortals, experiencing the warmth and coldness of the world, love, hate, love and hatred, the sad woman in this world was originally a tough and slim woman in the afterlife. May all parties have mercy and blessing to exchange my love in the afterlife. Happy gongs and drums, Resounding Joy year after year …… the distant song called me back from the distant sky, wiping the tears at the corner of my eyes lightly. I knew it was time for me to go back. The sunshine from the West shone my figure so slender that I could not see my old face or my gray hair. Only my soul and body shone on the ground, don’t be afraid of the marks carved on my face by years. I know I am still very beautiful. The setting sun is setting, my figure is longer and more beautiful. I can twist my body and swing my limbs, doing all kinds of modeling, the projected figure changes all kinds of shadows, like a falling fairy, recalling the fireworks in the world, and unwilling to leave for a long time. Of course, when I do these things, I have to look back and forth from time to time to see if there are any people who have passed by. I can’t be seen by others like this. This is not what I want to do at my age, others will think I am crazy. Crazy people and ordinary people are only at the same thought. I am between the two., Bathing in the sunshine, being a sunny woman, healthy, positive, tranquil, open-minded, not sad, not complaining, earning a fee of income, not relying on, facing life with smile, cultivating sentiment with classics, use Sage’s instruction to promote wisdom and make life full of sunshine. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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