Month: August 2015

Youth, dream

Who arrived at my dream, through the bleak wind and drizzle? Who is it, playing the strings of the soul, a song of high mountains and flowing water, the world’s voice? The flying flowers and the fairy who came suddenly knocked on the door of the dream lightly. The Angel in the dream threw tears on yesterday as early as the vicissitudes of life. Knowing too much sadness can only be a kind of leisure sorrow. Too much annoyance disturbs the lovesickness all over the floor, red maple leaves, wandering and lonely thoughts, heart sea navigation lights, and bright sunny days? I hide my heart in my memory. How many heartaches and scars are flying in a stream? Wu Tong autumn rain, bit by bit, pour out how much heart? The plum blossom is sent from the post, and the fish passes the ruler, which is made of this hatred. The world is numerous and complicated, all of which are unreal. Those are just a dream. In those years, the Angel in dream once occupied small pieces of tofu in the newspaper, making a dream like spring flowers and autumn moon happily. However, once the realistic brushwork reached, he found that what he wrote was actually the most shallow, leaving no trace. Thirsty lyric is a kind of inexplicable moaning without illness, and the true meaning contained in pale handwriting cannot be seen. I struggled to throw a pen, hate the young, frivolous and ignorance that makes time go by, hate the vicissitudes of life like water, can there be something written in the quiet words? Only one person, a piece of leisure heart, slender heart words, unexpectedly occupy the memory of a lifetime. Is there only one love word passing through the text? Is there any writing brush that cannot be locked in the drizzle of the small building? I only wrote it once, not willing to mention it. Those slight sorrows, those unspeakable melancholy once occupied all the young dreams. I don’t know, Flowers fly and flowers fall, alcohol anesthesia, I have lost the most precious youth, youth is a song, youth is a poem, or once poetic, can not cover the spring flowing. Or I was agitated and high-spirited to light the torch of the years. If you want to pay Yao Qin for your heart, who will listen to the broken strings? Those feelings have become far away. Holding the passing time with my hands, what passed at my fingertips was not only missing. I struggled to stand up, regardless of the sunrise and sunset, the flawless moon lacked the full moon, trying to grasp the wings of youth. And my pen is accompanying me faithfully, laughing and spitting lotus flowers in the dead of night. And my heart is still calm, loyal and loyal. The world is originally like this, why bother yourself? The illusory dream with a firm heart and a pen tip turns into a real feeling. So I wrote down the shallow mood in this busy life, which was the trace of youth, the boundless beauty of spring, and the melody that I wrote again with prudence and intimacy, thoughts and soul. I am listening, singing and walking alone.

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Half of Life and half of animal husbandry

[Introduction] the beauty of nature wins. Mountains and rivers are winding and undulating; What’s more, Xuyi is full of strange shapes, rugged and abrupt, high mountains and flowing waters, and the Sea covers all rivers. Is it magnificent and vast? Ye Xu suppression, seasons infinite replacement, flourishing colorful?!

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Life How read! Where does love go and where does heart go? The straight line is: half happy and half worried. Poor clue, how big life is, dignified and heavy, condensed and heavy, wide and thick; Cold and contemptuous, sensual, empty and famous, lost and fell, it is cheap and small. I feel heavy, because there is a burden, I despise ups and downs, because I am exiled. The grass is one year old and one year old. The grass is cheap for a lifetime, and the grass is also a life. The same is true for people?! Heavy, originally the wind of thought, fierce and dignified, she contained the civilization and flying of human beings, forced the human nature to be persistent. She was sweeping and sweeping, blowing and pulling the decay, and her tired thoughts were stale. She was open and clear, praising and updating the trend of taking advantage of the trend. A noble and long-standing nation, with thousands of years of civilization totem painted, accumulated and rolled, is not necessarily a kind of desert oasis that looks like a bitter struggle in confusion and a bitter desire, pain But happiness is inherited and endured. Soothing without defense, isn’t it a kind of relaxation and indulgence of love? Do not deviate from the abnormal ideal freedom, and exile the soul properly, such as cattle. The world is open and closed, the beautiful scenery is beautiful, the heart is relaxed and happy, the old cattle are valiant, and the chivalry goes to the Milky Way! The beauty of nature wins, mountains and rivers, ups and downs; What’s more, Xuyi is full of strange shapes, rugged and abrupt, with high mountains and flowing water, and the sea and rivers, magnificent and vast? Ye Xu suppression, seasons infinite replacement, flourishing colorful?! The divine axe of nature has already carved out the venation of human thought, which is shaped with outline, and the venting ravines are hidden in the sea and river. Thousands of changes cannot be controlled. Hope How?! People can enjoy the great virtue of heaven and earth; Love all things and enjoy life. Why are you suffering from gains and losses, and why are you happy and sad? How tired lovey? What are you looking? The only way is worship, the only rule is the moment, everything is around the fixed law —– the nature of the Tao, the pursuit of human beings, the shared map. Putting down is both a gain and hiding is a loss. Everything is natural, let me be natural. Looking at Qingxia singing late, overlooking the Red Mountain. The setting sun slanted to the west, the birds were tired and returned to Banyan; The love was returned to the shogunate, and the wine turned to my heart; I was happy with my beautiful wife, and my voice and smile gathered. Stop life, don’t carry burdens, don’t be surprised, don’t be sad, don’t be angry, don’t worry, and watch the sunrise and sunset, watch the flowers bloom and fade, and watch the tides rise and fall, look at the country who is with me? Go to it to sail across the sea and sink into the boat, go to it to wear golden clothes. And forget the ups and downs! Do not forget me, do not bother me, get the way and forget the book?! The world is big enough, but it can no longer satisfy people’s appreciation. How can people be moved?! Everything couldn’t jump open because there were endless contents in the negatives of the eyes. The flowers are still blooming, the grass is still laughing, the cattle are still running, you and I are singing, what a pottery music. Hehe… if the original is indifferent to me! Who is with Feng mu?!

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Lonely poem heart

[Introduction] I haven’t learned poetry for a long time, only nearly two years, but I have accumulated deep experience in the practice of creation. In my opinion, the release of a poem, especially a good poem, must go through the process of conception, brewing, scrutiny and refinement, and then writing and repeated modification. Rickle said in the reply letter to the young poet Frans Cabus: people need loneliness for their inner growth. Love is the most beautiful, the most difficult and sacred. Riker is probably to warn young people that they should leave some space for reflection, plan, adjust and summarize the road of life, and strive to avoid detours in the future journey, in order to achieve the desired goal. The love mentioned by Rickle refers to people, things and things that love and love, not only love. It is right that poets love poetry when writing poems. However, poetry is only one of many languages, but some people choose to eulogize life, reflect life, reflect on the past and look forward to the future with poetry, the content of poetry is the real subject. For the same thing, people can not only express it with poetry, but also show it with proses or novels, and even expose it with essays. No matter which method is adopted, one thing is the same. Loneliness is indispensable. Because the process of creation is a process of careful conception and careful polishing. Even if the master’s works are done afterwards, they will still be sorted out and scrutinized in order to achieve perfection. After all, it is rare to export them. Therefore, generally speaking, creation needs a quiet thinking environment. I haven’t learned poetry for a long time, only nearly two years, but I have accumulated deep experience in the practice of creation. In my opinion, the release of a poem, especially a good poem, must go through the process of conception, brewing, scrutiny and refinement, and then writing and repeated modification. When others are wandering in the flowers and the moon, the Cup of light and the shadow of the brand, the people who write poems are only accompanied by the green lights, and many poets directly express the lonely ups and downs in the poems. However, poets are never tired of it. They are all happy to feel the touch of light, shadow, Moonlight, wind, rain and thunder in loneliness. They ponder the past, present and future in the lonely time, and refine the words one by one, impart emotions to make them move themselves and infect readers. Some people say that poetry is the crown of language and the pearl on the crown. Thus, it can be seen that poetry can not be written by hard thinking. Besides having rich imagination, it also needs to reserve relevant theoretical knowledge, and through a lot of reading, repeated practice and long-term practice, we can grasp the general law of poetry creation. For most people, there is no other way. Of course, even if you have made all the preparations, sometimes a good poem can still be met but not sought. This may be the uniqueness of poetry that needs a little inspiration. Because of the above reasons, the creation of poetry can be said to be a complex systematic project. To do this project well, you must plan well in advance, prepare materials well in advance, lay the foundation in advance, and be willing to be lonely, and delight. Then, in the embrace of loneliness, poems which are euphemistic, sweet and sincere, like songs and tears can be bred one after another. When we are immersed in the graceful and moving rhythm, the spray seems to dance for you, and the birds seem to sing for you. 2011 nian 7 yue 22 ri

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Who is my 300,000 visitors

Life is long and time flies. After opening Baidu Space Blog at 22:01 on September 19, 2009, two years have passed unconsciously and 580 days have passed, more than 1500 blog posts have been published. At the beginning, the visitor traffic had been rising slowly, but I didn’t feel anything and didn’t care much about it. Because Baidu Space is not my professional enterprise portal website, but a platform for me to listen to music and daub words, leaving all the sadness and happiness traces in my life and recording the true feelings and feelings of my inner world, my blog is an original pastoral scenery. Many people in the world of mortals know that I woke up in countless midnight, sitting alone in front of the computer listening to songs, tasting music, tapping the keyboard with fingers on the screen and flying words, I wrote my own joys and sorrows and tears. My fresh words are like flowing clouds and flowing water. With the words rolling up and down my fate, my heart is filled with love stories. If you look back, you can see the loneliness of my feelings. If you look back, you can see the tears in my heart flowing into a river. If you look back, you can see me face life with a smile. A farewell song, Butterfly Dance canyang. Order to sunrise! Order to rainbow! The biggest advantage of words is that they can make themselves recall the people and things that have happened, and watch a TV series describing the years of life like a Buddha statue. The story didn’t end, and there was no ending. A scene was just beginning. I filled my mood with words in the back garden of my heart, covering an acre of land, my blog recorded my life footprints. I also got to know many lovely netizens in Baidu Space, and got everyone’s support and love. I was stimulated and inspired by passionate comments and messages from the bottom of my heart. I seldom chat with people online, and my QQ is always invisible, because I don’t have much free time. Today, when I log on to the blog, I occasionally find that my visitor traffic has reached 290,000, which is equivalent to a small community forum. This aroused my curiosity. It was hard for me to believe that a drunken man and a bad old man would have so many people visited my Baidu Space. I felt very pleased in my heart. I thought that only those handsome guys and beautiful girls could enjoy a great popularity in the space. I sincerely appreciate all of you for visiting my space and sharing the details of life with me. Although we had never met the visiting bloggers, they left me a kind feeling of friendship. No matter whether your comments are good or bad, I can feel a different kind of care and warmth from them. But I really want to know who will be my 300,000 visitors? No matter who is lucky to meet, it is a great happiness for me. Please don’t act in a hurry, hope you can let me know who you are? You must send me a short message. If you are a local friend in Shangyu or a Chinese fellow villager in Dubai, then I will certainly treat you to dinner. As a friend at home and abroad, I may find an opportunity to fly to meet you or express my gratitude to you in other ways! Whoever? I will write an article for you, leaving eternal and beautiful memories! Thank you for your participation.

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The Smile of the soul smiles on the special journey

The world is extremely quiet, only the soul smiles and dances alone. Before, I couldn’t deeply understand the artistic conception of life behind this simple sentence. Until one day, I accidentally met Wei Shengkang, Lu Cheng’s Guangxi assistant, on the internet. He recommended me this book “smile of Soul” shining with the light of soul. A psychological journey to fight with cancer/a real life to compete with love and death. These two sentences on the plain cover gave me the reason to read this book carefully. As a journalist, those real things can stimulate my desire for attention. Because, I think only reality can we see the essence and thickness of life. In today’s society, material desires are rampant. Under the impact of pan-entertainment, many authors regard vulgar as a selling point, and it has become normal for them to annihilate the shock and baptism of the soul by stepping out to broaden their eyes and using sensory stimulation. As a social watcher, I am always eager to read some books with profound moral consciousness and strong compassion. Therefore, I think there is no reason for I am not to read this book which comes from thousands of miles in front of me and is related to the soul. The fact also proved that this book did not disappoint me. Lv Cheng is a kind woman who wept sincerely in the face of others’ misfortune and rushed to save for it. Pang Zhiyao was an excellent boy who faced the provocation of death firmly and fought for it. The encounter between the two made Pang Zhiyao, a young life, see the dawn at the corner of life and death. Facing the unbearable pain of life, they closely joined each other, penetrated the sufferings of life, and composed a life legend of fighting against illness with the smile of soul. I don’t want to repeat the story in this book too much here. I just want to write this book with diaries, letters, text messages, the book composed of poems and common knowledge about anti-cancer and anti-cancer materials has shocked my soul and triggered the thinking of human nature. There are too many helplessness and deficiencies in our real life. Death happens every day. Indifference often dances on the brow of death. What is really? What is good? What is beauty? This has become a problem that we modern people need to introspect and bow. If truth, goodness and beauty are the necessary premise of human beauty, then we really need more people to practice the theme of human beauty with silent love like Lv Cheng. She is a weak woman, but she opened our heart of kindness with a special journey, and made us feel so deeply with a great and lofty brilliance of humanity: what is saving? In life and death, feeling, in the face of disaster, true feelings, in the critical moment, life and touch are so interdependent! It is hard to avoid that people will show some pessimistic colors when they see much indifference. I once sighed with sorrow like a person: How to return the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature! However, when Lv Cheng’s good deeds were shocked in my life, I suddenly understood that although the original emotion of mutual assistance between people was declining steadily under the pressure of interests, it was not without it, it’s just hidden for most of the time. The experience of Pang Zhiyao cannot be said to be representative, but it can be regarded as a model at least. So far, I have to rejoice again and salute the beautiful brilliance of human nature! Lv Cheng said in her blog that she was just idle in the world of mortals and busy with loneliness. Yes, from one city to another, from one book to another, from one heart to another, in this special journey, she shuttles back and eulogizes the loneliness of human nature, but she is so beautiful because of her kindness! The soul blooming from high places will surely stir the strings of beautiful humanity and play the most beautiful movement of soul. No matter lowliness, nobility, dullness or intelligence, the wonderful music cannot be suppressed. The noisy world inevitably has a bleak side, but it cannot cover the brilliance of human nature. No matter how cold it is, as long as there exists the brilliance of human nature, the darkness can be expelled. Because truth, goodness and beauty can not only shock people’s hearts, but also radiate silent charisma and cohesion. Death can take away human life, but it can never take away the smile that penetrates the soul. No matter what era, there are always its disharmonious notes and backlights, but we all hope that the society we live in will be more full of sunshine, more humanistic care, mutual help and help each other, show true love and kindness, and make life really noble with a heart of awe. Thinking of a passage in “kindness, richness and nobility” written by teacher Zhou Guoping: I heard philosophers from all generations calling to people today: Man, you must have a kind heart, rich soul, noble soul, in this way you are worthy of the title of human, you are the real person living in the world. However, people like Lv Cheng are revered and noble. Because life is really noble because of awe, and the world is really beautiful because of noble soul! Respecting life and revering life are the foundation of truth, goodness and beauty. More love and responsibility for life will expand the love, which is not only limited to oneself and family members, but also extended to the great love in the world. Lv Cheng’s act of righteousness was a pity for one life from the heart to another, and also her reverence and respect for life. She said in the inscription of the first chapter of the book “smile of soul”: in the past, I didn’t believe in failure and was not afraid of failure; But now I am afraid that I can’t fail. This is a road that cannot retreat or return. I think the reason why she suddenly fears failure is that she reveres life. Kant said: the starry sky above his head and the moral law in his heart made him admire and awe endlessly. If each of us can be as sober and self-disciplined as Lv Cheng and overcome the indifference of spectators, I think our society will be better! The Smile of the soul smiles on the special journey. The special Lv Cheng is also happier because of the smile of his soul! Let’s sincerely wish this woman who is full of reverence and love for life a lifetime of happiness, and also wish the beautiful flowers of humanity bloom all over the world!

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Haitian width

In late autumn, I saw the fallen leaves falling, savored the desolate and empty beauty carefully, and felt another cycle of life, my heart gradually became silent …… this is the day that slips away from the fingers day by day. I will not stop moving forward because of your pity and attachment. In the days when I am flying away, slowly experience a deeper interpretation of life. Life is so fragile, but also so strong. Looking at those children who race against the disease, I feel the strongest love for life. They are strong; Facing natural and man-made disasters, life is fragile. Now I think of my uncle who passed away three years ago, I still feel heartbroken. I don’t know whether his life is fragile or strong. He was ill, but he thought of his family and children struggling in poverty. He chose a road of no return. He drank the ddvar, in order not to make it difficult for him to swallow, he drank a little bit of honey. A full bottle! 500 milliliters of highly toxic pesticide swallowed his weak Life. At the junction of black and white, on the edge of life and death, he struggled to leave eight crooked words for himself and his children to the end, let it go. The pain of pesticide makes the handwriting gradually blurred and no longer neat. Uncle, are you strong or fragile? Is it the strength to abandon one’s own life? I know that death also requires courage; Is it the vulnerability of escaping from reality? I know there are still many difficulties to be alive. Uncle left without hesitation. He had no love with life and no fear of death. Maybe it was a relief for his children and himself, but what he left me was a series of heavy thoughts…… My mother was ill, and I stood at the forefront of life again. The sky was collapsing. My heart was like a knife. I grew up under my mother’s wings since I was a child. I couldn’t imagine what would happen to me if I lost my mother, but life is like this. It will not change his running track just because you don’t give up. I want to raise my son but don’t care for him, so I will cherish every minute and second I get along with my mother, do what I should do, don’t have any regrets, and living is the most important thing, what is more important than health, safety and reunion? Today, I saw my mother’s long-lost smiling face again. I cherish this plain happiness more. Although there is no luxury food or luxury car House, I am very happy, the warm water flows through the quiet heart. Mom, I love you, and we will live a good day! Life will bloom the most gorgeous flowers because of your strong face; Life will be full of sunshine because of your devout cherish; Therefore, cherish every day you can breathe! Facing the troubled life and ups and downs, let our mind be as broad as the sea and sky! Less suspicion, more understanding, less care, more open-minded, less stubborn, more easygoing, less complaints, more tolerance, can live in the sun, it is a kind of luck. I am grateful for my life, I am grateful for my past, and I am grateful for my health. Then what else can’t I let go?

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Light thoughts

Recently, I am always too lazy to do anything or write. Sometimes my thoughts are like clouds flowing in the sky. I don’t know when to float, where to drift, when to disperse and how to disperse. A person looked out of the window quietly, but his mind did not know where to drift, just like the Red Bull scattered on the grassland, swinging its long tail leisurely on the boundless green grass, hiking, enjoying flowers and whispering with the breeze. It’s getting dark, and I don’t know how to go home. Find a place to lie there quietly, look up at the bright stars all over the sky, slowly chew the years day by day, let the wind, flowers, snow and moon become nutrients for growth, or use them as condiments to pass the time. The rivers in winter are always quiet and slow, which deposits the passion of summer and filters out all kinds of impetuousness and excitement from the bottom of my heart. As clear as a mirror, it reflects the coldness of the mountain, the bleak trees and the desolation of withered grass, and also makes us see the tearful eyes of the fish. The river was quiet and smoothed the ripples of happiness in the past. There was no impurity in my heart, but there was a slight chill. After entering some websites, some familiar names disappeared, and strange names jumped around in front of me. With some inexplicable fear in my heart, I suddenly realized that I should write something. This is a world that has been forgotten too fast. If you haven’t seen it for a few days, it will soon be forgotten. Maybe this is the reason why people are so impetuous? The reason why I didn’t move the pen for a long time was not that there was nothing to write, but that I felt that writing something romantic and romantic was not only boring, but also anaesthesizing myself and whitewashing my life, which was of no benefit to our life. Expose some social reality and hide it. If it is too sharp, some websites will make you disappear. In desperation, I chose to escape, just like the ancients who expressed their love for mountains and rivers, picking chrysanthemum under the eastern fence, and leisurely seeing Nanshan. Just like those literati and scholars who played plain piano and read the golden scriptures. However, after all, our generation is extremely ordinary and even extremely mediocre. They have neither the elegance of the ancients nor the cultivation of literati and scholars. It is hard to endure loneliness if we cannot imitate them. Previously, I wrote an essay named “Who on earth did performance pay laugh at?” in addition to my anger. It may be that the writing style pointed directly at the social reality, or that the article lacked the spring and autumn style of everyone, some websites are added to another book, and some are websites that they value more. Such a reality makes me disappointed too much. I have to choose to block such websites. Of course, some websites sent this article, and the manager of one of the websites even sent a text message to send Mr. Zhou’s article at the risk of the website being sealed up, admiring his character and courage. In this way, I couldn’t help being scared when I was extremely grateful. I would be scared when writing articles, and I would be more careful when posting articles. What you want to say can’t be delighted, and what you don’t want to say is even more speechless. You can’t knock the keyboard in front of the computer, release your thoughts in the soft tapping sound, resort your thoughts and thoughts to words in an extremely calm state of mind, and communicate with your friends in mind, and collide with your thoughts, emotional blend. Only pick up the remote control to kill time in front of the TV. However, watch those so-called stars’ clown-like performances on TV, those boring and extremely mentally retarded performances in TV plays, and the aesthetic taste, value orientation, social responsibility and so on really make people hard to be silent. I really want to write something to appeal to those honest people, people with conscience, people who are responsible for the past and future of our nation and our country, who will clean up the rubbish on the TV screen, don’t let those people occupy the limited network resources, uglify our society recklessly, poison our people and squander the money of our taxpayers. It is difficult to fade my thoughts. The wind swept through my heart, just like the vast wilderness raising withered leaves all over the sky, cold and sad. Maybe this is exactly the problem. It is the sorrow of some of us who take the rise and fall of the world as their own responsibility. Maybe we are not smart or broad enough to be detached from the world. Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone, so what can I do? My world blew up and my soul was torn to pieces. I was lost in the yellow sand all over the sky. There was a figure trudging outside the window. I didn’t know who was chanting the verses of whom, desolate and erratic. But stay in my heart for a long time. 2011-11-8

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Night words reading

In the era of high-tech informatization, the Internet and TV are spreading at a high speed, with large capacity and bright colors filling our sight. We are busy shuttling through the city during the day, at night, I crawled in front of the screen, and we were living in the light of wine. The world was fickle, and there were not many people going to study. But for me who is wandering all over the world, no matter in the deep desert or in the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, I abandon the noise and fickleness of the city in the daytime and spend my spare time before going to bed at a quiet night, always pick up a book or a newspaper and read it under the light, wandering in the ocean of knowledge, accompanied by the faint fragrance of books and ink, let the words wash their hearts. When I read the book, the night was quiet and my heart was connected to the vast night sky, which was my most pleasant time. I remember that since I was in Hongmiao kindergarten, I have been obsessed with comic books. At that time, the books I read were almost Green comic books, which were bought with the pitifully small pocket money given by my parents and Empress. Every time I hold a shiny, beautiful and fragrant new book, like a treasure, I fondle admiringly. Later, when I was studying in Lixin Primary School, baiguan Town Middle School and Baima Lake Chunhui Middle School, I had a special love for literary works. In school, I was generally recognized as a good student with lots of Halo on my head, I am also regarded as a good child by adults at home. Every night, especially in winter and summer vacation, the most pleasant thing for me is reading books, whether it is classic works or miscellaneous essays, The sagacity, depth and elegance of books, all came into my heart, which made me enlightened and thought deeply. I still remember the scene of reading. The Lotus wind gives fragrance in summer, and the bamboo dew drops are clear. In the morning, I sat under the tree in the platform gate of the Yu family in the lower market, bathing in the cool breeze, intoxicated in the fragrance of books and ink with the fragrance of soil wave after wave. In the evening, I sat on the bank of baiguan river or on the boundary Bridge to enjoy the cool. The River wind blew happily and comfortably, the stars in the sky were bright, the running water under the bridge was gurgling, the frogs were drumming, and the insects were singing lightly. In winter, the northwest wind outside the window made the window paper roar. I curled up in the warm bed and turned the pages of the book into a sound. When the night was deeper, I was still watching with a flashlight. There was no cold winter at all, but only the spring and infinite happiness rippling in my heart. Night reading has become an inseparable part of my life. Since I grew up and took part in the work, I have been busy traveling all over the world because of my livelihood and career. However, no matter where I go, I have never given up the habit of reading, there are some books on my bedside, including Tang Poetry and Song poetry, famous prose, local customs and customs, and tourist guides. I leaned against the bed and read quietly, accompanied by the plots in the book, whether happy or sad, or thinking or enlightenment. Once you touch your mind, you can’t help writing some words of feeling. Reading under a tea lamp every night, smoke curling cigarette butts will always be filled with ashtrays. I will fall asleep calmly when I cover my head and think. Maybe the strong fragrance of books and ink emitted from these books makes me calm, open, happy and intoxicated. I was moved in reading and gained in reading. In today’s materialistic society, in the fierce market competition, I still hold a roll of books and newspapers in my hands after busy work, turning gently with my fingertips, I heard the tearing of the Golden Gobi horse, the lingering love of lovers, the talking of flowers blooming and falling, the sound of the jointing of the seedlings and the rolling of the wheels of the years. Book has its own treasure, the book’s own House of Gold. In the quiet late night, under the soft light, in the faint fragrance of books; I learned the merits of all families, and I read all kinds of tastes in the world. When I was in the hot summer, the book brought me wisps of breeze; When I was in the cold winter, the book lit a bonfire for me to melt; when I walked deep in the desert, thirsty and dry, the book gave me sweet spring water; When I felt lonely, the book played wonderful music for me. Reading makes me free from the troubles of fame and wealth, and also makes me forget the troubles of trivial matters in life. Reading improves my self-restraint, and makes me create a wonderful life. Let the book go forward along with my heart and life in the journey of life

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Window

It was still raining outside the window, and the raindrops were beating on the brawny tree in front of the window, rustling. There is a kind of cold spreading in the air, which is a sign that autumn has already come. Different from previous years, since autumn, there hasn’t been much vigorous weather in autumn, but more continuous rainy weather. No matter where it is, it is wet. In addition, I am a quiet person, when it’s okay, I always like to sit in front of the window, watching the people coming and going outside the window, also watching the cars coming and going outside the window, watching the sun rising and setting, because of the rain, I couldn’t go somewhere else, so I had more time to sit in front of the window. The window of the office is facing the road. In the daytime, especially in the gathering, it is always very noisy. The Coming and Going vehicles and the bustling crowd bring prosperity to this small town, it also adds a bit of irritation out of thin air. And when the night was quiet, all the noise tended to be quiet. Only the soft light of the street lamp came in through the window and projected on my body sitting quietly. Therefore, my whole house, it becomes a lot dreamy. Because of the rain, the residents on the other side of the road had already fallen asleep, and the office building had been quiet. I could only hear the music flowing gently in the computer and my breath evenly, therefore, my thoughts began to drift towards my youth which was not far away. Second, I have always been a lonely person, just as what I wrote in previous articles, because of my poor background and inarticulation, in my school days, I don’t have many friends to talk with except studying, eating and sleeping. I often sit quietly in front of the dormitory window to read books for the rest of the time. When I am tired, he looked out of the window, looking at the people coming and going outside the window, as well as the joys and sorrows outside the window, and then recorded what he saw into his own words. During a period of time when I was in normal school, the song “Outside the Window” by Li Chen was particularly popular in our class. One of my classmates, who was also my roommate, was named Deng Yulin. What impressed me most was the situation when he sang this song. There was a period of time when teacher Xiang stood up as soon as he walked out of the classroom and sang to us affectionately. Until now, the song has been lingering in my ears. Every time I walk through those big and small windows of all kinds, I will think of his slightly hoarse voice: tonight I came out of your window again. How lovely your shadow is on the curtain. I have loved you quietly for so many years. Tomorrow I will leave us in normal times, almost at the age of sixteen or seventeen, it was just the age of youth. Although we didn’t know love, we always yearned for that kind of beautiful feeling. At that time, we were not as open as children nowadays, but I knew, in each of us, there is a person who secretly fell in love with. Therefore, we also fell in love with love songs. Although we don’t understand those lyrics, we still sing like that. When I grew up, I really walked into life and love, and I realized how shallow our understanding of Li Chen’s song was at that time, that was obviously a commitment of a responsible man to his love. He loved someone deeply, but never told her, because he knew that he was not enough to give his lover a happy life now, so he would go far away to look for the future. I believe that man would stick to this feeling, just like what he sang in the song: if one day he would return home and tell his feelings outside your window., if he can give his lover a happy life, he will speak out his ardent love in his heart boldly. But if he could not give the girl real happiness when he came back, he would still love deeply in his heart, but this love would turn into the most sincere blessing. Last year, when I saw Deng Yulin again at my classmate’s wedding, he was already the father of the child. I was happy for him from my heart, because he won’t sing “out of the window” alone any more, I believe that what he sings now must be “bosom friend”. Third, when I joined the work, I was eighteen years old. In a remote village-level primary school, there were only 100 children in the school, and even I had six teachers. I stayed in that school for five years. During those five years, my children’s sincere love moved me again and again. What is more important is that I have worn away my fickleness. When I just joined the work, I didn’t know how high the sky was and how thick the ground was because I didn’t really enter the society. In addition, there were all old teachers in the school, and some of them even couldn’t speak Mandarin. So, I became more conceited. Who knows, in the first year I took part in the work, I stumbled a lot. The sixth grade I took was unexpectedly the last one in the whole town’s primary school graduation examination. When I heard this news, I completely collapsed and took part in the work confidently. Moreover, I paid much more than others, but I got such a result. At that moment, I lost all my confidence. I even began to doubt whether I was the material of teaching. The school conditions were very poor, and the entertainment life was even more limited. Because I couldn’t find a way to vent, I locked myself in the house all day long, sat in front of the window, looked out of the window, and didn’t cook or eat, I just sat there, thinking about my former classmates, teachers and the road I had traveled. Sometimes I couldn’t help shedding tears. Several other teachers in the school were very anxious to see me like that. Therefore, as long as they were free, they would come to chat with me and talk about their own life experiences, just like a father treats his own children. With their help, I finally realized that my failure was not because of my ability, but because of lack of experience, and my requirements for students were divorced from the students’ reality, in addition, the ability to control the classroom is insufficient. Since then, I asked them for leave modestly. Finally, in the third year, when I took the sixth grade for the second time, I got the first grade in the general assessment of the town’s primary school graduation examination. It has been five years since I left that school. I still often think of those struggling days. Every time I think of these, my heart will be touched, those colleagues who were not related to me didn’t care about my youth. When I walked into the bottom of my life, they helped me regardless of the past. Without them, I couldn’t imagine my current job, now of life. In such a night, the days we spent in front of the window and chatting outside the window once again emerged in my mind, thinking of those past moments: the houses of Wang Zijun, Xia jiipin, Huang zhiqing and song Zhengyou are dilapidated stone houses. It has been two or ten years since they were built, because they want to send some of our brothers and sisters to study, my father had been unable to tear down and rebuild the old house. Perhaps, in many people’s eyes, the dilapidated house in hometown is a shame. On this issue, I don’t blame others, nor am I qualified to blame others. To blame, I can only blame the selfishness of our brothers and sisters. If it weren’t for my constant desire to change my life, my father had already built the best house in the village. The dilapidated house in others’ eyes is the warmest place in my soul. For so many years, only the food in my hometown is the most delicious thing I feel, only the bed in my hometown, that’s what I think sleep soundest. Every time I went back to my hometown, slept in my bed, and listened to the streams and running water outside the window, I felt that my soul fell from the floating mid-air to the real place, and an inexplicable sense of security arose spontaneously, soon I would make a slight snoring (of course, this is what my mother told me). In this impetuous world, I sacrificed a lot. For me, the most important thing was that I lost the mood to calm down and read. My hometown is the most suitable for reading. When the night comes, I sit quietly on the desk in front of the window, facing the books with ink fragrance, and by the slightly dim light above my head, countless words will come into my mind. In front of the wooden window in my hometown, I read all kinds of textbooks and literary masterpieces. In that era when entertainment life was extremely rare, I read books one after another just in front of the window in my hometown, it is because of the accumulation of those years that I am a man and a dog in front of people. Studying in my hometown is not lonely. Spring flowers, summer cicadas, autumn fruits and winter snowflakes all accompany me in my own way. When I was studying, I also read them outside the window. Every time when I feel tired, I raise my head and listen to all kinds of sounds outside the window, and my body and mind will be greatly relaxed. When I was sitting in front of the window reading, my parents were still working outside the window, but they tried their best to minimize the possible sound, even when my mother was holding firewood outside the window, it will not make much noise. Once, I heard a bang outside the window, and went out to have a look, only to find that my mother fell down, and fell badly, but my mother tried to hold back without making a sound, I know, my mother was afraid of disturbing me who was studying in the room. Every time I think of this, I can’t help feeling like crying. Every time I went back to my hometown and sat in front of the window, those memories of the past would flash in my mind like movies. Nowadays, I am getting farther and farther away from my hometown and parents, but I believe that no matter how many years I am, those past events will be vivid in my memory. Five times is ruthless, many people who used to be familiar with have become unfamiliar, and many once friendly faces have become alienated. Every time I sit quietly in front of the window, looking at the crowd coming and going outside the window, there is always infinite melancholy in my heart for no reason. Just like now, I still sit in front of the window and look out of the window, but no one will be afraid of disturbing me to minimize all the sounds, no one will accompany me to sit and talk all night long, and I will never hear that familiar song “Outside the Window”. After many years, how much can I remember about everything outside this window, I don’t know, but I know that when I am old and face the window again, my heart will still be filled with endless memories and infinite touches.

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Feeling of going home (III)

It has been more than half a year since I returned to Xiangtang’s hometown again. The car was driving on the cement road, and the golden autumn wind passed by my ears, dragging me as kind as my daughter who had been married for a long time! In the endless rice field, the ears of Rice slowly sway in the autumn wind, and interweaved with a quiet river flowing from south to north into a painting. My hometown took me into my arms tightly with the special rice field green in autumn, which made me, a layman wandering outside, feel safe. Among the green trees in the distance, there are some sparse villages dotted with stars. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. The eagerness to return is always so strong. Even if there is no vacation, I will come back for a trip. On the riverbank in the country, besides passers-by shuttling back and forth, there were also leisurely scalpers, but the shepherd boy didn’t know where to go. Perhaps, only when I was a child could I ride on the back of a buffalo and play piccolo against the sunset. At the cement ladder of the riverbank, the bronze farmers were standing in the running water, smeared with white soap. The white foam spread all over the body and face, pounded into the clear water, and came out quickly, shake your hair and touch your face with your hands. That is cool and that is happy, which is straight against the oblique glow of the pulse. The dolls jumped into the water from the pier, and their bodies were as flexible as frogs in the water. When I got home, I saw my father was still thin and vigorous. My mother’s waist was the one I was most worried about. Today, I was relieved to see her move freely inside and outside. Yi Xin, the third sister’s youngest daughter, saw that my uncle with a pair of glasses was very afraid of giving birth to a baby, sitting under the stone bench outside the kitchen with a bare butt and refused to come out. Aunt and cousin Junxiu, who was holding a little nephew, also gathered around to greet me when they saw me. The year and month are not good, the aunt’s forehead has been covered with many wrinkles, which makes people feel distressed. The first time I met this little nephew, my wife gave him a red envelope, which was a gift. The house at home is the same as before. There is a garden fence in front of the door, in which there are not only chickens and ducks in captivity, but also a vegetable garden of land size. The vegetable garden is lined neatly with emerald green and lush. There are green vegetables, spinach, cabbage, leeks, pepper, eggplant and so on. Beside the vegetable garden is a pond, which is convenient for irrigation. My mother brought two barrels with urine, facing the water to apply natural fertilizer. Stepping on the soil, I don’t know why, I always feel very kind. When I was young, I was always looking forward to escaping from The Dirty Dust and changing the stars. I have been more than thirty years old and have been straight to the years of confusion. Now I feel its kindness, which is really not the taste in my heart. Perhaps, the idea of home is to add dust and vegetable garden to the cabin. Standing in the vegetable garden, I saw Dai Xiaobin and his wife, a villager, walking slowly through the door with a little ding. The couple saw me and smiled heartily at me. Looking at the happy appearance of their couple, I also smiled. In my impression, there is not such a big baby in this family, maybe it is a granddaughter. However, the only silk hair on Dai Xiaobin’s bare head was already pale. Looking at their distant back, I stood for a long time, thinking. The cabin with dust and vegetable garden, as well as the families who love each other, are indispensable and indispensable. In just a few hours, I did nothing. The first thing I did when I entered the room was to eat the small muskmelon planted by my father himself. It is good under the eyes of parents. You can do nothing and do anything. At the moment of my leisure time, I unexpectedly slipped to the bed and had a nap. This feeling of being a little drunk brought me back to my childhood. No wonder my niece Jiajia sighed with emotion that she didn’t want to grow up. The feeling of home is good, even with mother’s nagging, father’s blame, sister’s blame, it is also thoughtful and warm. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, I am back. Even though I can’t stay at home, I feel like a passer-by at home. But the place where my heart belongs is still the home where my parents live. This year’s Mid-Autumn Festival, although I can’t enjoy moon cakes with my parents, it is still round. As far away as Gao ‘an’s second sister, the family also rented a car and came back. However, my mother said as usual that I didn’t add a grandson to her old man. When the Last Sunshine of the setting sun lightly splashed down the window lattice, I took my wife and daughter and hurried on the journey back to Chang. Looking up at the sky, a gust of wind blew, and waves rose on the rice fields in the distance. There is rice fragrance in the green of my hometown. Take a deep breath and let it blend into the bone marrow. On the path in the field far away, an old farmer was walking towards the village with a hoe. Perhaps, he is the legendary Tao hermit. In the morning, I managed to get rid of the waste and return with the moon. The road is narrow and the grass is long, and the night is exposed to my clothes; The clothes are not enough to cherish, but it makes the wish not violate. When the car traveled far, looking back at the sparse village in the green, I saw the quiet River inlaid in this ancient painting like a ribbon, smart and elegant, winding to the Peach Blossom source in my heart. One day, I will also stand in the river with bronze skin and daub soap foam. Because, there is true meaning in this, and I have forgotten to say it! (2011-9-14)

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