Yuzuo

The first article of 2015 tells me how to write it? I was confused. Write and tear, tear and write, from dawn to sunset, throwing a lot of draft paper, still unable to write. Blessings must be sent out. When I am familiar with QQ, I forget mobile phone text messages. In fact, what I forget is more than mobile phone text messages. At the moment when QQ is flashing, who can feel the joy of paying tens of thousands of dollars for home books? Yes, we can no longer go back to the era when Hongyan spread books thousands of miles, and we can no longer touch those family ties with ink fragrance. Wu Changyou said that youth is unbearable to Baidu. Even if one year’s plan is in spring, those momentary minutes and seconds will old our memory. Spring is warm and flowers bloom, spring comes silently, and the warmth of spring flows freely intentionally or unintentionally. Wearing a thick coat, I walked in the yellow of winter, chanting the wintersweet flowers in the east wind at the bridge of the fallen soul, and breathing the smell of mutton soup on Yucheng Street. Today is the first day of the year of the goat, and the hopeful expectation adds a bit of good luck. As a Yucheng person, Yucheng mutton soup has been integrated into life. Last year, I wrote an article called “Yucheng on the tip of the tongue”, which was not much ink but always felt unsatisfied. The winter of 2014 was cold, and the winter of 2014 was cowardice. Every time I looked at the corner, I always heard the folk songs my parents sang when they were young, and the lyrics were still the same, however, the melody is a little more heavy than the years. The heart no longer young can’t stand the Fetter. For farmers facing the loess and facing the sky, life can be described by flavor, survival can be rendered by color, and life can be measured by hoe. The feeling on the tip of the tongue is the real life, which can be spicy, sour and sweet, but cannot be colorless and tasteless. Because of a bowl of mutton soup, the love story between teacher Zhou and Biyu was written into the novel, and also because of a bowl of mutton soup, the love story between boss Fu and Qingqing was more euphemistic, it is also because the story between a bowl of mutton soup and the wife of the militia company commander is a little spicy. Teacher Leng Linxi once said that Yucheng Bridge is a place where there is no lack of stories. Behind every bowl of mutton soup, there will be a touching story. Some go with the flow in Jiangxi, and some look at the wind and frost in Jiuli Ridge. The River of Jiang River is clear, and the bridge of soul is straight. My words are always unconsciously ripples in the landscape of my hometown, which are commented by countless people, reprinted by countless people and pirated by countless people. Don’t hide it. I am a simple person. I like to use plain words to outline pure emotions. Spring is very close, and spring seems to be very far away. I try my best to shake off my fatigue, cover the vicissitudes you have gone through with a smile. Looking at the fleeting time lightly, I am grateful to the past. In the growth year after year, I gradually have some fear of life. There was no snow in the winter of 2014, and the falling soul Bridge was still very cold. I wrote some words that I thought were very affectionate, but I never touched anyone. From “yan gui Tu” to “later, there was no 2014 in my works”, I sang all the way, but I never looked back. I thought a lot and sighed a lot. In the era of popular New Year concerts, I still quietly guarded my loneliness, as Ziyang netizen qianmo red dust said in “chatting about Wu Changyou”, Wu Changyou may not have the Golden House. Yan Ruyu must have it, a person willing to wander in the words, the text is what his Yan Ruyu I am deeply moved by this text. He has many friends, but not many friends. Baidu 2014 the wind and rain passing, I don’t know if there is someone waiting for me in that familiar place. There is no snow in the winter of 2014, and it is still very cold in the winter of 2014. It has become an accidental necessity to make a summary of the first statement of the new year with “Youth unbearable Baidu. The withered branches are green, and the green ones are life. In the Spring and Autumn period of writing, I always wanted to be the first branch of the east wind. Yes, carve an early word deep in your heart and strive to be the first one of the 2015 east wind. [Author Wu Changyou, Subway in spring, from Jianyang, Sichuan] Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

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