Month: July 2016

A clear song, it is better not to see

Everyone has his own lonely island in his heart. No one can go in, no matter it is beautiful and slightly cool or obscure and slightly warm. Because it is deeply hidden in the river of time, even if the dark tide is surging, it is still invisible. Maybe life is waiting one after another. At the beginning of every morning, it slips down every dusk and comes every dark night. After all, it is waiting for the expectations one after another. Even if you are self-righteous and indifferent, you can’t deny that you have expected and waited, and you can do things and things, hope, warmth, beauty and dreams are all good. But the most end point is the slightly raised mood and the shallow sound beating on the rock of time. Silence or disorder, quiet or shallow. Most of the world is warm and always pursued. They are simple but obscure, who doesn’t expect and expect while they are busy living. Life will never be abandoned or you can own everything because you have very little or you lose a lot. As long as it is what you once cherished, you will always lose. This is a circular curse, and no one can escape. There will always be a scene like that hidden deep in my memory. It has the breath of that period of time and the mark of trance and familiarity. All the way, my memory is always through so many strange colors. I always want to use the softest words to express what I think in my heart. Those intricate paragraphs slide down, but they do not show the neatness and beauty I want. It is just when the truth of thought meets the words, the quietest Horn will still sound in my heart, slightly deep and clear. I thought I was standing at the highest place, and the moon in the night was warm and calm. The scenery in the distance told me that I just stayed in a small window, where there was a large shadow. But after all, I can emit warm light, just like the moonlight is slightly cold but never desolation. The deepest hope, the deepest dream, the deepest miss, the deepest forgetting and the deepest past can not reach the deepest present or the deepest fleeting time after all, it is not worth the deepest time. All of a sudden, I miss the sky where snowflakes drift, and time is like the most irresponsible postman. It passes by everyone’s window, but never leaves traces of our lives in the deep surging snow winter night, or happy feelings or low tones. Maybe every one of us has our own insistence in our hearts. Because of these insistence, the word compromise comes into being. Because of compromise, our insistence is more tolerant and stubborn. They complement each other but run counter to each other. Sometimes I feel that I have walked into a manor, and with the peeling of the four seasons, I have my own desolation and colorful. Grass grows and warblers fly, birds fly, and light rain falls. This is the life sky that you like. Frail but profound. Then I firmly told myself that life is a beauty to me. After all, I will deposit this beauty in a place where no one can see but there is dust rising and falling. Life is sometimes like a horse, either docile or fierce. We tried to tighten the reins to control him. We tried to stand on the horseback, cross the jungle, cross the mountains and cross the rivers. Finally, stay in a place where we think the final. However, after time, the horses were old, and they searched for everything they wanted and owned at the beginning. However, I found that I had already forgotten the initial experience and couldn’t find what I thought. The years are long and the fleeting time is thin. As disappea. Many things in life are worse than missing. Some people have things, scenery, dreams, familiar soil, missing, sentimentally attached, abandoned, fallen, green, growing, aging and sinking. There are a lot of things we have gone through, whether it is accumulated or gone, whether it is obscure or bright, deep or abandoned. It is better not to see, not to see. The past is like an elegan, and the low is like the wind passing through the bell of the ancient temple. After the songs are sung, we may keep silent again and again, or dance with the songs. But there must be someone singing from beginning to end. He sang in a low voice, singing for years, wasting time, and quiet the annual rings. But after all, it can’t match the thin clothes.

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Cold winter night

No matter how cold the winter night was, there were also things that I didn’t like to hide in winter, such as a bright moon over Putuo. At this time, the street lamp like a bowl and plate was high and charming. It doesn’t like to drill into the deep underground, nor does it want to hide into the warm bed. It looks at the red wine, the bustling and noisy, the joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows. No matter in the city or in the countryside, no matter in the countryside or in the forest, it was watching silently. Its white pupils shone with Silent Light, with mercy, compassion, anger and disdain. Whoever looks up and sees it will find what he wants from it; Whoever looks up and can’t see it will have refrigerated himself in winter. No matter how cold the winter night is, there are still some drinking souls that are sober, such as those skinny branches. Their nerves became slimmer, as sharp and hard as needles, firmly penetrating into the sky like blue canvas. Only they feel what advance means, and feel the pain in the sky in advance, which is actually their own pain. Under the Moon, under the branches, under the silent and Silent Light, at night, it was still crushed by some lively steps, behind the swaying back, there was a shadow that could not be dumped.

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Moonlight emotion

[Introduction] Du Fu’s Moonlight is sad and melancholy. The gloomy moonlight shines on the broken mountains and rivers of Tang Dynasty, as well as the poet’s sensitive and sorrowful heart. The flourishing age was just passing. Tonight, my daughter only watches it. It was already midsummer for Lin Qingxuan to drink under the warm moonlight. The noise and dryness of the daytime gradually faded away. The tranquil night wind blew on my heart, and the stars were revealed. A new moon hung quietly, I walked quietly on the ridge of the field. The moonlight night was like water, and my dream was lingering. The Moonlight flew or splashed or flowed or leaked, trickling like a pleasant sound. The breeze blows, the silver light flickers, and the wind is full of cool moisture and light grass flavor, fresh, soft, clear and smart. The ground was like a layer of white fine sand, surrounded by a bright, empty and quiet world. In such a world where the Moonlight is blurred and the moon shadow is swaying, the feeling is like the moon, swaying and colorful, light and elegant. The second dew is white tonight, and the moon is my hometown. Every one of us has a beautiful moon in our hearts, and the Moonlight has always filled our memories. Hours not months, as a white plate. I also suspected that Yao Tai Jing flew at the end of Qingyun. The Moonlight is bright and lovely, and children are innocent, reflecting each other into fun. The hourly moon is so soft and clear, sending some soft light to the willow branches. The soft willow branches dance in the moonlight, so we all sleep with the moonlight. The Moonlight is soft and soft, the fragrant pillow is a sweet dream, so the glittering and gentle moonlight will always be sweet to children’s hearts. After growing up, I have been studying in other places, and the melancholy of homesickness has been lingering in my dreams. At this time, the moonlight was affectionate and warm, gently comforting the sensitive and lonely heart of the teenager. There is only spring and moon in love, but it is still for leaving people to take photos of fallen flowers. The light Moonlight splashed in the courtyard, which was soft like a dream, and under the courtyard, it was as clear and clear as water. The shadow is horizontal and slanting, the fragrance is floating, and the light mist is lifted up, like a dream with a layer of gauze. I can’t help thinking of the moon in my hometown, too. The Moonlight is like a song of nature spreading on the wilderness, so white, gentle and delicate, and the surrounding villages, forests and clear ponds are as quiet as ink paintings. In such an affectionate season, Moonlight is the habitat for young people’s emotions. The Moonlight rises from the Book of Songs. When the moon comes out, it is bright and beautiful. A group of young men and women sing heartily under the beautiful moonlight, letting the emotions in their hearts flow naturally, A couple of lovers walked along the river, and the willows gently brushed the river, making bright ripples. The moon shines faintly on the river, and the moon in the sky jumps over the water. The water and the moon reflect each other, like a dream, like a fairyland, and also a real illusion. I really don’t know where this life will be. The Moonlight seemed to know the thoughts of many lovers, and began to come out after thousands of calls, still holding the lute to cover their faces. The moonlight that night was shy, and the floating clouds seemed to be hidden under the moon. A wisp of fragrance came, refreshing, I don’t know whether it is the fragrance of flowers under the moon or the fragrance of a good person? The Book of Songs is sung with the heart and soul. The music is like a clear spring in the mountains, clear and transparent, without any worldly vulgarity. In Tang Dynasty, the same moonlight, different emotions, the Moonlight of Tang people is as dazzling and magnificent as the flourishing age of Tang Dynasty. Li Bai’s Moonlight is bold and elegant, with a pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without blind date. Raise a toast to invite Mingyue and make a photo of three people. Moonlight is the poet’s bosom friend and good friend. Before the flowers and under the moon, the fragrance is full, a bay of shallow streams, a light peach blossom tree, a cup of thick wine, a warm moonlight night, the poet can’t help dancing, dancing the eternal lofty sentiments, the eternal freedom, putting aside all the troubles of the world, the day of yesterday can not be left, and drinking a cup of wine in front of the bottle, holding the white virtue, enjoy the happy life. Du Fu’s Moonlight was sad and melancholy. The gloomy moonlight shone on the broken mountains and rivers of Tang Dynasty, and also on the poet’s sensitive and sorrowful heart. The flourishing age was just passing. Tonight, my daughter only watches it. I felt pity for my little children, but I did not recall Chang’an. The mist is wet, the moon is cold and the jade arm is cold. The longer you look at the moon, the deeper your memory is. The two places love each other. How can you not cry? Du Fu’s life was wandering from place to place, worrying about the country and the people. He felt sad when he felt that his son and daughter were just like duckweed in the water during the turbulent years, wandering without roots, fragile and unreal. And the most beautiful moonlight was written by Zhang Ruoxu, a song named “The Moon and flowers in the Spring River”, which was extremely isolated and horizontal. Unexpectedly, it was for everyone. The tide of the Spring River was even flat in the sea, and the bright moon on the sea was. There are thousands of miles of fluff and fluff, where there is no moon in the Spring River. At the same time, Zhang Jiuling wrote about the bright moon on the sea. Zhang Jiuling aroused the love of the wandering people in the world. The bright moon was born on the sea, and the whole world was at this time. However, Zhang Ruoxu described us a dreamy world like poetry and painting, which was also real and fantastic, just like a fairyland on earth. His Moonlight charm is curling up, which makes people enchanted. Look, that round of icy and pure bright moon, with water and fragrance of flowers, spreads brightly all over the plain field of spring with flowers and plants. The moonlight falls on the flower tree, like a layer of white snow, it makes the Spring River Flower Moon Night look particularly beautiful and quiet. The moonlight in Song Dynasty was thin and had no moral character. The cavalry Hu Chen disturbed the dream of many beautiful homes, while the dissolute ruler was singing and singing at night beside the bleak West Lake. The moonlight of Song dynasty belonged to Su Shi. His magnanimous feelings and open-minded mind painted a layer of bright color on the weak moonlight. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. This matter is difficult to complete. Long Life, partings. From admiring the moon and cherishing people’s sentimental feelings to rising to the open-minded perception of life, the yearning for the moon has risen to the highest level of life. Su Shi’s life was full of ups and downs in officialdom. He wandered for several times and suffered many wind and rain. However, he was indifferent and calm. The bamboo stick and manes were more light than the horses, and he was born in a gentle rain. Holding a piece of fragrant fragrance in my hand, I felt steadfast, putting my fragile heart away, watching the clouds rolling in the sky, watching the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and letting everything take its course. So elegant, soft, glittering and charming moonlight is exactly the true portrayal of Su Shi’s heart. In the four lives, we don’t know how many times we have raised the first Moon, singing and composing poems. However, the night of this life is not long, where can I see the bright moon next year. No matter how the world changes, no matter how the world is disturbed, the Moonlight is still like that. It does not change its appearance because the waves fly and the flowers bloom and fade. It is still so complicated and hazy, crystal clear, beautiful, but we should have the leisure mood when appreciating the moon, don’t sigh the helpless vicissitudes of life, don’t indulge in the fame and wealth vanity of life, and treat the prosperity and variety of the world with a beautiful mood, and savor the ubiquitous beauty carefully!

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Along

[Introduction] one’s life should not be about how to live in luxury and wealth, but how to live in ease and ease! Don’t be influenced by the reality, don’t bow down and give in to the life of living and living, let the spirit be casual, and enjoy the happiness of family as well! In the last month of my senior year, after staying at home for nearly three months, I finally had no choice but to return to school under the authority of my tutor. Arriving at the coach station, I thought there would be a lot of people, because it coincides with May Day. I prepared to go to the ticket hall in a depressed mood, but found that there were surprisingly few people. Therefore, I changed my mood, bought tickets and took a bus. There was no crowded and bustling past in the carriage, and only the faint music and the roaring wind outside the window could be heard quietly! I haven’t seen such a person for a long time. I like to ride alone without disturbing me and enjoy the free world quietly. Sitting alone by the window, looking at the scenery outside the window, others’ and own. Unconsciously it has come to May, and the nature at this time is the most beautiful! Everywhere is full of vitality, fresh and energetic! The lush willows added a little green to my short journey. The Indus tree blossomed. Although it was inside the window, looking at the pale purple petals hanging on the branches wantonly outside the window, it seemed that the faint fragrance and sweetness emitted by the Indus flowers could be smelled. Oh! Smells good! Although I galloped past, it did not affect my mood to enjoy the beautiful scenery at all! There are farmers watering the wheat in the field, standing on the ridge holding trouser legs. I remembered the scene that I used to water the wheat with my father. It is also this season and this time! The inexplicable fragrance can be heard everywhere, the sweet fragrance of plane flowers, the strong fragrance of locust flowers and the faint fragrance of wheat seedlings! Ah! Real refreshing! Although there is no special attraction along the way, the mood at this moment is special all the way, all the way to surprise and surprise. Walking across a square of wheat field, the green wheat waves kept surging in front of us. There was an impulse to throw itself in its boundless arms, close to its body, breathing its fragrance presumptuous, the wind blows the wheat waves, that feeling is amazing! Walking through a square pond, the clear and shallow pool water shows all directions under the gentle sunshine! What is sparkling? What is a golden film? Walking through the lush willow, imagine walking in the shade of the tree, walking hand in hand with the beloved, the willow branches falling on the shoulders from time to time, leaving a trace of fragrance. In this situation, it is hard to avoid imagination. Yes. I think of life. For life, I don’t have much qualification to evaluate it, but it is necessary for me to take my own path and organize my life well, and it is also what I am willing to do and enjoy! In fact, for me, spiritual enjoyment is always greater than material enjoyment. All my monthly expenses, except necessary food and use, do not buy luxuries, cosmetics or high-end clothes, and the rest of the money is basically used for spiritual enjoyment, and the most is naked swimming, looking for the most fun and the least cost. I have my own unwritten self-driving tour! Self-driving tour can not be BMW Benz, even Rolls Royce, a bicycle, or a small donkey car, enough! Walking slowly in the path of green shade, there were accompanied by birds and flowers all the way, singing and dancing, Yangliu Yiyi. Bring headphones, turn on the music, amplify the sound, single cycle. Without interference from the outside world, this time is just our own! The pouring out of the Ear Music and the tacit understanding of this relaxed world, the slowly flowing melody matched the changing scenery outside the window and my mood, everything was so natural and happy! At this time, it seems to be in a primitive country without any impurities. Don’t pursue fame and gain for humble survival, just enjoy life quietly and wander freely! One’s life should not be about how to live in luxury and wealth, but how to live in ease and ease! Don’t be influenced by the reality, don’t bow down and give in to the life of living and living, let the spirit be casual, and enjoy the happiness of family as well! Accustomed to the hustle and bustle of a prosperous city, will we think when we return to nature and get a moment of peace? How good the plain life is, why do you have to go forward with a heavy burden and a painful humble bow? ‘M shy. I want to laugh. It turns out that I am ordinary people and want to survive; I want to cry. It turns out that I am ordinary people and there is no reason not to survive.

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Home New Year

[Introduction] pray for peace! Blessing, win-win, owners make money, return home! The feeling of being close to the hometown is more timid, which reveals the deep feelings of the travellers. The distance from home is shortening, the frequency of heartbeat is accelerating, breath holding deep breath to balance the heart speed, but the sound of splash and splash heart beat quickly invade the earmuffs. The simple and simple idea of going home to spend a year with old parents and getting together with siblings and brothers is the wish to accumulate for several years. Therefore, the desire that I care about in recent years has already jumped, just like a rabbit in a hole looking around the outside world from time to time. A series of Preface, such as booking tickets, planning trips, purchasing goods, asking for leave, and hosting work, are proceeding intensively. The little daughter’s missing for her relatives in her hometown was also burning, and she kept telling stories and happiness between her grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and sisters in her hometown. I recalled a sentence my grandmother often said: If the mountain is not close, you will be close; If you are not close, you will be close. If you are not close, you will be close by blood. Deep homesickness and yearning flow in our bones, which is an invisible lead that can, always tie the worries of the travellers. The land, mountains, snow scenery and relatives are the distant sight of travellers! Our hearts have already been released. I don’t know what changes have taken place in the secluded mountain village located in Bashang plateau of Hebei province in the past few years? Is it also turned upside down and generous, happy world? I didn’t catch up with my grandparents when they passed away. Even the villagers attached great importance to the memorial ceremony for the third anniversary of the deceased, I didn’t have time to attend it. This was a deep anxiety and guilt in my peasant son’s heart, what’s more, I am the eldest grandson of my grandfather and grandmother? I don’t know what is the situation of villagers? Under the tide of market economy, do villagers also try their best to set sail and compete with each other? I don’t know what the gray hair of my parents looks like? How many wrinkles have been added? Are the working hands of brothers and sisters still rough? If you are full, what is the economy like? How is my nephew and niece reading? This series of issues related to hometown and relatives were shown one by one in my imaginary mind and passed by one in a hurry. Somehow, there was a sense of tide in my eyes, and my mood grew wet. It was just that my little daughter was entangled with some problems related to relatives in my hometown, which interrupted my thoughts again and again, and then quickly connected them together. After getting off the train, I hurried to the bus station without rest and eating. My wife and daughter were in the same mood as me, thinking about leaving more time to my family to avoid wasting time on the journey. I was born in Sri Lanka and grew up in Sri Lanka. My daughter has lived in her hometown. The feelings and feelings towards her hometown and relatives should be similar. However, my wife followed me to go home for the Spring Festival and stayed away from her parents. I can understand her mood. Everyone has the same heart and the same principle. These worries were not revealed in his wife’s actions and performances at all, because the simplicity, sincerity and fervor of family affection of the villagers melted the strangeness in her heart several times when she went home. Moreover, when I temporarily forgot my hometown and relatives, she also took the initiative to call, write letters and send postcards to my family. It can truly be said: home. I could have waited for another twenty or ten minutes to take the next bus, but I couldn’t wait to return to my heart and crowded into the immediate bus shift. During the Spring Festival, the traffic management department hung red slogans about limiting overload and ensuring safety in conspicuous places of the streets. Although these slogans were bright and striking, the persuasion and shock of the facts seemed to be very weak and pale. Overload is the golden means of the carrier in the golden period. Haste, overload and accident seem to be defined as the unique phenomena during this period. Buses passing by one by one were just like a wall galloping. It was impossible to see the scenery across the car through the car window. The mountains, plants and trees across the road were changed to dark by the black figure, looking and associating romantically is the good mood at this moment. The bodies of passengers in the carriage gradually coincide with the driving of the vehicle, melting the dissatisfaction in the heart and the congestion and machinery when getting on the train. The driver and the car staff still kept offering attentions to the pedestrians on the roadside, and even intimidating: the cars behind are the same, which means there are no vehicles that are not overstaffed. In fact, this was also to be honest. Under the enthusiastic instigation of the car service staff, passers-by’s hearts were moved, and some intimacy was added in the crowded carriage. Passengers silently feel the warmth of zero-distance contact, which is actually the intimate body without distance compression. The influence of going home for the Spring Festival made the travellers on the bus forget their rights and interests and dangers for a while. Si Cheng was secretly pleased, which not only escaped the Safety Check successfully, but also enjoyed the pleasure of making money, there must be mixed feelings in the excitement of these two. My daughter used some negative words in books learned in class to verify the lawlessness of social reality, so I persuaded her reluctantly. Everyone knows psychologically that there is also a version of drama on the off-duty bus and off-bus without exception. Passengers and passengers know clearly, paradoxically dress up the two roles of gentlemen and scumbags. I really don’t know how many Renzi are able to wait for each person, and there is no ideal era of overtaking. This is the real China, the real mentality of Chinese people and the Spring Festival transportation stage with Chinese characteristics. If you are not afraid to get on the bus, how can you comfort the urgency of returning to your hometown. Is the speculation of Si Cheng really not found by the management department? In my humble opinion, I’m afraid there is a suspicion of cat catching mouse? Pray for the safety of passengers! Blessing, win-win, owners make money, return home! The feeling of being close to the hometown is more timid, which reveals the deep feelings of the travellers. The distance from home is shortening, the frequency of heartbeat is accelerating, breath holding deep breath to balance the heart speed, but the sound of splash and splash heart beat quickly invade the earmuffs. When I arrived home, the northern village was looming in the hot air of the festival. This was the right place for villagers to eat in winter. The hot air from the family room and the thick smoke from the chimney saw the coming of the year. When the family heard the voice, they rushed out and hugged and shook hands. It was too late to hang a string of real tears at the corner of their eyes. I was persuaded by my younger brother! In my dream, the sky is floating with snow, Fulu Zhenxiang!

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Ice cream of temptation

At noon in summer, when I came home from work and heard the sound of opening the door, my son ran to me cheerfully, holding an ice cream and saying happily: Dad, I tell you, my mother bought me a lot of ice cream. I chose strawberry, milk and old Popsicles, which were delicious. Now I can have a big meal. Looking at my proud son, I hurried to say: it’s hot, my mother bought ice cream for hehe, which is used to prevent summer heat and cool down. However, the ice cream contains high sugar content and is cold, so I can’t eat more, eat more, your teeth will hurt, your belly will hurt, the taste of diarrhea is not good, we only eat one at a time, OK. The little guy was eating ice cream and seemed to understand. Then I would eat two. It was reasonable. Of course I didn’t allow it. He Said reluctantly: Well, I only eat one, so I can’t play tricks, I touched the child’s head and laughed. How could my father play tricks? I’m afraid that it is a hero who plays tricks. Hero is a good boy. I won’t play tricks on my chest like a little adult. Although my son said firmly, he also patted his small chest, but it was not the case. Our couple took their children to read books, watch TV, and teach them some simple Chinese characters. But if we were not careful, there would be no shadow of the little guy in the living room, no bedroom, no study, haha, this guy must have eaten ice cream again. As expected, he opened the dining room door. His son was standing in front of the refrigerator, holding the wrapping paper just torn off in one hand, eating ice cream secretly. It was not a word to speak. Why did he eat another one? Facing my question, the little guy seemed to be a little wronged and raised his little face full of begging. Dad, ice cream is delicious, just let me eat one, just one, please, I like strawberry flavor best, Dad, you also eat one, OK, my son tore all the wrapping paper, I have eaten a few bites, but what else can I do? This is the last one. If I eat it again, I will spank my ass. I pretended to be angry and said, “however, it’s really hot this day, so I also get one for my father, hearing this, my son hurriedly brought me one too, and the father and son ate together. Eating ice cream, looking at the appearance of my son enjoying it, I felt emotional. My son is five years old this year, and he only goes to middle class in kindergarten. Facing the temptation of ice cream, he can’t hold on himself. It can be said that he has no resistance ability, and the same is true when facing the temptation of other delicious food and toys, we adults need to care more about supervision, so as to restrain children’s mouth and hands to a certain extent. However, can’t I shut my mouth? Facing all kinds of temptations in the society, how can we adults control our mouths and hands? Moreover, the temptation encountered by officials in the society and big bosses of enterprises with great power and huge capital is definitely not comparable to that of ice cream, even the temptation that we can’t imagine, how can they control their mouths and hands? Thinking of this, the entrance of ice cream became more and more cool.

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Autumn

The continuous drizzle kept falling. Hearing the sound of raindrops falling to the ground, I felt inexplicably depressed. Sometimes autumn rain is mixed with autumn wind, and occasionally autumn wind carries autumn leaves, which makes more and more footnotes to the coldness of early autumn. Sometimes after a rainy day, the work at hand had been finished, so I couldn’t wait to walk out of the room to exchange my mood in the fresh weather. Therefore, he hurriedly raised his head and looked around, searching for whether there was any glamorous color. Suddenly, he saw a warm red sorghum coming in from outside the wall, although it was covered with wet water drops, but the friendly envoy still delivers positive and healthy messages to people. So my mood suddenly became much brighter, and my steps also extended with my mood, and I couldn’t help walking out of the wall. As soon as I walked out of the door, I bumped into the autumn wind. The slightly moist autumn wind sobered my dim brain a lot at once. My sleepy body was also stretched out and my steps became easier. People say that the autumn wind is so cool that it is not like the gentleness of spring wind, the warmth of summer wind and the harshness of winter wind. The Autumn Wind gives people the feeling that it is just right. But when walking, a fallen leaf fell down on the head of the head, which made people feel a little chilling and angry. This was the fall wind. But I don’t think it can be crowned with harsh comments. People don’t have the feeling of myalgia. How can they say that leaves are destroyed? When fallen leaves Nirvana, The Autumn Wind only accelerates its fall. Through this small forest, you can look at the vast river. Wherever we can see, there is a scene of prosperity everywhere: numerous fruits are hung on the branches, yellow orange, red and green, competing to climb up the high branches to show their beautiful elegant demeanour. Look at the yellow orange Plum, the red jujube, the pomegranate with its mouth covered with teeth, the pearl-like grape and so on. Spring flowers and autumn fruits are the most proud masterpieces of autumn, but autumn contributes much more to people. The Grain Full of grains in the countryside is the measure of the country’s wealth, the primary index of people’s living standard, they are the staple food of life. You can see that the harvest spread all over the Earth and the laughter of the harvesters everywhere, which is enough to prove that this year is another year of well-being and worry-free. In this respect, autumn is harvest and hope. Since autumn is devoted to harvest, few flowers bloom. However, autumn flowers must not be underestimated. The quality of autumn flowers is relatively valuable. Most of them have the characteristics of cold resistance, drought resistance and barren resistance, and most of them also have medicinal value, such as chrysanthemum and Peacock grass. Autumn insects are also extremely active, but compared with the insects in spring which can gallop among colorful flowers, they are really anthomaniac of unrequited flowers, such as dead leaf butterfly, parasitic bee and cabbage butterfly. It is these slender guys who are good at hanging gold hooks upside down that constitute the rare medicine source for people to keep fit. Going further, I passed a small bridge, and several ducks and geese strolled in the river under the bridge. Obviously, after several rains, the river bed which had dried up in the past could spread again. Ducks and geese are foraging and wiping their necks from time to time, as if whispering something. Several frogs were still heard in the distance, suddenly thinking of Xin Qiji’s rice-flowery fragrance talking about the harvest year, listening to the famous words of frogs, but it was also the harvest year. I didn’t hear frogs in the daytime, just a few faint frogs. I didn’t want the light rain to come down again. I didn’t expect the autumn rain to be so soft. I hurried to leave without an umbrella. It was feasible to go halfway, but I just met it. Even so, I still don’t regret coming here, because the harvest weather of this autumn was experienced by myself after many days of rain; I also breathed the fresh air here, after sweeping away the depression and depression for many days, I felt very happy. This trip of stepping on autumn rain by chance made me feel that autumn is like a journey, on the one hand, it keeps pushing forward towards the goal and experiencing the fantasy and joy of harvest while walking; On the other hand, it is rainy and rainy. Although it does have difficulties, it is laborious and happy at the same time.

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Waiting

I am afraid of a waiting word in my life, which contains too much helplessness. We wait because the temporary purpose cannot be achieved, and we can only look forward to it day after day. A few years ago, I thought I could wait for her until the stone blossomed. Later, I waited for her impression. There was only one name floating in my mind, I know this waiting can be regarded as a dead end. I always thought that this kind of waiting day after day was painful, just like a woman watching the seaside and waiting for her fishing husband to come back. She must be worried in a hurry and suffering in her heart. Later, I found that waiting is also happiness. If even the opportunity to wait is gone, what a dim and dull life it will be! The reason why I feel so much about waiting is that I can’t help myself to wait for too long and too many times. I was waiting for a delicious meal and a beautiful new dress when I was a child; When I grew up, these desires of mouth and stomach were already dull, I waited for an opportunity to show myself and wait for others’ approval, all of these can be achieved through one’s own efforts; Later, when waiting for a woman to change her mind, she found that many of them were meaningless and not self-controlled; Recently, because of the illness, now there is no medicine to cure, so I have to wait for Medical Progress, which makes me feel more and more difficult to wait. However, waiting is far more inspiring than despair. Waiting is the confidence to believe that the long night will pass, and it is also the courage for the poor people in embarrassment to live on. I am willing to believe that maybe one morning when I got up from bed, I got the news that this disease was conquered from the news. What kind of ecstatic it would be. I will cry with thousands of patients and run crazily in the streets and parks. We are going to celebrate the new students with our friends. We should shout to the world, and we can appear in this world as normal people. Finally, we can listen to wonderful music and communicate with others normally. At this time, I will feel that all these sufferings are worthwhile, yes. At that time, life was so wonderful that those waiting pains and worries were all vanished into clouds and smoke. The hardship and beauty of life are all waiting, suffering and happiness are included in this word. I am willing to wait, and hope that waiting can blossom after all. Future wake-up calls, tree with flowers brilliant…….

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Love and secular game

This is an unprecedented game, such as passing on the bottom line, detour on the side road, long pass breakthrough and so on. The eight-year game in which all strategies are exhausted seems to see another village where love peaks turn around, after a failed tackle in the secular world, love won the first penalty. It is a pity that this penalty kick is too tender and weak, and the secular world will head out of the door with a slight header; When love gathers courage to welcome the overtime match of penalty kick, the secular world firmly held the exhausted love and threw the ball. The bell rang, and the eight-year game ended. Love fell into the siege of money, houses and cars in the joy of the whole audience. This is not about a football match, but it is really like a love and secular game. Is there any spotless love on earth, and is there any love that is not charmed by the secular world? This is the ripples in my heart when I read Jia Nan’s short story “three nos. “Three nos” was accidentally read by me when reading “Selected Novels. At the beginning of the article, a man and a woman fell on his chest and cried silently. He locked the door, held her tightly, and let his subordinates who asked for instructions knock at the door outside. The phone on the desk rang incessantly. When I saw it, it suddenly aroused my interest in reading. Such an open love between men and women had to let people walk down to see what happened. However, when I searched all the way along the context of the text with a curious mind, the author took away the salary from the bottom of the kettle, and the flame unexpectedly darkened, it is gentle, but there is no lack of twists and turns in the soft. This is a divorced woman who fell in love with a married man. Two people met, got to know each other, knew each other, and depended on each other, so they went round and round in the silent eight years. At first glance, it seems to be in the conventional extramarital affair, but looking over slowly, there are many delicate things wriggling in my heart. The serene tolerance of women and the insipid tenderness of men can not draw the conventional extramarital affair, which is full of wind. Gradually, there was a sense of enjoyment in my heart. Such extramarital affair was also comfortable, without the anxiety of women and the suffering of men guilty of disobedience. Everything seemed to be born. I don’t know if this is a different love state? Is it possible to have another eight years like this? What really breaks this mirage dream is not love itself, but the life lurking around love. A rather realistic version of secular life. When a woman’s cousin introduced her to her, she seemed to suddenly wake up from the coma of love. She found that she was nothing more than a mother who lived in a shabby house, eating fireworks and bringing up her son everyday for wages. Her desire for house and money also began to gradually show the outline from the mist covered by love. She tried hard to find the shadow of the man who had been sailing with her for eight years in this secular life, hoping to find the conversion of life again. Men are still warm. Do you think I’m going to meet you? The woman tentatively asked the man. Casual you. If you see it, you might as well answer with a man squinting and sleeping. In fact, women think that men will jump up to prevent her from meeting another man. If it is said to be popular love, men should feel unbearable about the date between their women and other men, because love is exclusive and unique. But the man glanced at her, as if he didn’t know him, and passed away calmly. After reading this, I felt confused. What kind of love did they have? Pure Lust? Pure spirit? Or super-ideological? A mixed feeling permeated with the author’s exquisite writing. The good news: a man doesn’t regard love as possession, although he has owned her for eight years and hasn’t divorced his wife before marrying her. Maybe he thinks he is not his partner in his life? Is it the best love to help others? But the worry is also the worry in the woman’s heart. She gave her most beautiful time to this man, but she still couldn’t get married. What kind of sorrow is this? After enough warm-up, the author showed the subtitle “three nos” when the readers were confused and ambiguous. This was the three Nos man: no initiative, no rejection, no commitment. However, what we should deal with is three no women: not kind, not waiting, not saying defeat. The game of love and secularity really begins here. I did answer that sentence: The drama is behind. Sanbu men continue to deal with women with the strategy of surrounded by constant pink love with no hurry or rashness, and Sanbu women (not kind is a little inappropriate, looking for a new life is just not kind? The author also felt the same way) then he began to explore and approach the introduced object with the ordinary attitude of embracing the new life in reality and actively, and began to confront with the dreamy love. Women frequently contact with the introduced men. Because of their generosity and sincerity, women’s hearts begin to struggle and wander in giving up and gaining. Women feel disheartened in the tranquil love harbor of men, but compromise step by step in the charm of the new object’s house and car. But after all, she didn’t give up the crazy love dream, so she made the last Test to that man, telling him that he was going to marry his new partner, and they have their own cars and houses. This second marriage is not a joke, you have to think it over. A man says he wants to be good, will you marry me? Woman followed ask. But the man did not respond. In fact, the novel should be relatively perfect here, which just leaves people more reverie: Are women married with new objects? In the end, the game ended with entering the secular life; Or did that man change unexpectedly? This kind of feeling that makes people feel unsatisfied will enhance the interest of the novel. However, the limitation of the novel “three nos” just lies in the title. Since it is three Nos, then go along the three nos? But he couldn’t go on peacefully, so the author once again gave a free throw to love. What was unexpected? If you like the car he bought, you can keep it. I will give him the car money. The man said to the woman this weekend, I accompany you to see the house, where you like, buy it, I move here to live with you and your child. I have prepared a bankbook of 300,000 yuan for you to support your old-age care in the future. What a sad love! Eight years of love finally fell into the secular world of car and house savings. Even so, he came too late, too late. The woman pushed the passbook to him with stabbing pain, stood up and left. Arrived, the man still maintained his three Nos for love, but fell into the dust of the secular invisibly. Perhaps in order to give readers the final perfection of the eight-year love, the author let the woman turn around and leave purely, but did not want to fall into another secular marriage. In the game of love and secularity, which one will win or lose? Who can judge it? “Three nos” is a written work that tries to dig out the true temperament in the mediocre reality, which is explained in the delicate and euphemistic description in the heart. Although I didn’t see the waves, I also saw real people in the subtle places, arousing people’s feelings of looking for true love in their hearts. After reading for a long time, I couldn’t calm down, so I used this essay to comfort me.

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I shouldn’t let my sadness flow back into a river.

[Introduction] sometimes I think a lot, thinking that I suddenly want to cry. I really want someone who can hug me, comfort me and talk to me. Tell him how I feel today; Tell him what news is there; Tell him what the weather is like here; Tell him how

The wind blows, the rain blows. It was getting dark and I was lying on the bed without moving anything. I felt a little tired and my head was a little dim. The time of the day passed quietly like this. Although the years were good, they passed too fast! I always like to write down my mood when it rains; My soul is always rippling in the dark night; I always get used to recording my mood when I am sad, making sadness flow upstream and invade every corner of my space. What a sin! Sometimes I really want to have a space where I am alone, just sitting quietly or lying there doing nothing and not saying anything without birds singing without human voice without any noisy voice, I am the only one there like a statue! But this idea is luxury or naive and stupid! Sometimes I really feel like this. The more at this time, there will always be someone shaking in front of you, and there will always be voices that you don’t want to hear. People, especially people like us, are often not a single body. I, you are, we are each other, and we no longer have our own garden. Most of the time I still want to squeeze out some space to plant a secret garden for myself. Everyone should have a small piece of sky, a world with only oneself, where there are all the beautiful things you have transformed, and no one can invade without authorization, you are the master, and you have the right to ask who to stay and who to drive. You decide your territory! All this is just a vision, and does not mean anything. I don’t want to let sadness spread because of my emotions. Maybe everything is because of the different environment I live in. I am still unfamiliar after staying in such a strange city for ten years. No stranger has any relatives, friends or even good colleagues, and no one can meet to go shopping and see beautiful clothes; No one can drink tea and chat; Let alone share happiness, when you need comfort, you can give a bosom friend a hug and often feel lonely. Although there is a person who loves him and a lovely child, sometimes he is still lonely. Is it because I am too unsatisfied? Did you beautify everything too much by yourself? Or is there a trace of pursuit and dream hidden inside? Sometimes I think a lot, thinking that I suddenly want to cry. I really want someone who can hug me, comfort me and talk to me. Tell him how I feel today; Tell him what news I have; Tell him what the weather is like here; Tell him how he is willing to listen to you about Chen Zhima rotten mung beans! I never thought that one day I would become an inseparable friend with words. It is sincere and willing to listen to everything I pour out; It can make my gloomy mood suddenly enlightened! We have been friends with the words for nearly two years. We have already been close to each other. We just do what we like, but we don’t realize that it has become a sin quietly. What we bring to everyone is sadness and kindness! si yi 2011 nian 06 yue 09 ri

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