Month: July 2017

These days

Last night, I dreamed about the classroom in senior three. There were white walls, big windows, shabby eraser and long and short chalk in one corner of the blackboard, and the thin and robust math teacher was still standing beside the lecture table. I hate this scene very much, so I woke up when I dreamed that he asked me to stand up and answer questions according to the previous dream practice. Is very unlucky. After waking up, I breathed a long sigh of relief. Then he began to count with his fingers, just like when he was a child. When I used up all my fingers and feet, I was completely deflated. Like a sad poet, I sighed with emotion that when was the end of my dream, and then took cotton slippers to eat breakfast made by my mother. After breakfast, I walked to the writing desk, then took out the paper and pen and began to write left and right. Since I dropped out of school and came back from Beijing to be exact, I started my so-called writing. But writing is not an easy thing, just like I originally planned to write a sentimental love story to prove my youth, but I didn’t want to say so many unimportant things. My mother often said that I didn’t concentrate on doing things, but it seemed that I was born like this. I was born like this and I am never willing to spend any more time trying to change things like this. I started this article with writing as the topic, and you should know how scarce my writing materials are. In order to make up for this, when the winter vacation was coming, I asked bin to borrow two books for me in the library of Northwest University: Shi Kang’s “wandering” and Su Tong’s “groups of wives and concubines”. After reading it, not only did I not add the so-called writing materials, but also made me feel ashamed that I should stop writing so terrible immediately. Then I thought of my future again. I was always so easy to think about what kind of road I would take in the future. Speaking of the road to be taken in the future, it was inevitable for me to mention the past. When talking about the past, I would inevitably write my own words of running account, which once made me angry but helpless. In September of May, I went to Chongqing to attend a junior college with great longing. Maybe you will look down upon me, because there is nothing to expect from a bad junior college, but the key is that I chose English as my major course. You know, although I am not a good student, although many of my courses are terrible, God still has the virtue of living well, leaving me a good English. From the first day of school, I made up my mind to pass the college entrance examination to my ideal school. Unexpectedly, I heard that there was no so-called college entrance examination system in that school the next day. At that time, I was very skeptical, I felt that it was better to hear it than to see it, but after a series of rigorous searching work, I was totally disappointed with that rotten school. So on the morning of the N th day, I went home by train for two days and two nights with my luggage. I went back to my former high school a few days after I got home. But when I walked into that classroom confidently that afternoon, when I saw the suspicious and disdainful eyes of those classmates, when I was faced with those still complicated math exercises, the string which was originally tense in my heart suddenly interrupted. I knew that I lost to the daunting fate again, although I have never believed in the existence of the so-called fate. Of course, I mean I dropped out again, which is really a frustrating plot. Later, I went to Beijing to work. When I left, I was still with the heroic spirit that the hero would never return, but it only took two weeks, once again, I went home like a gray little mouse, trying to avoid any possible ups and downs in my life. Later, I stayed at home and began to practice my current writing. I have been doing this thing secretly, because I know that such a useless person like me, such a down-to-earth person, should have thought of doing such a great thing as writing, once such a noble thing is known, it will certainly suffer from all kinds of coldness. People with extremely poor psychological quality like me will naturally retreat without fighting. Therefore, I still chose this conservative way now. When others thought I was leisurely and idle, I was actually doing extremely difficult writing behind my back. Until now, when I started to write this article, my three-month writing career had not improved at all. To be honest, I have been a little unstable. I am not born to be a patient person. What’s more, my so-called writing actually has nothing to do with literature, it is just some psychological descriptions like Diary of myself. Therefore, one day after a fierce psychological conflict, I chose the second semester of senior three again. In lunar December 20, I heard that Xiaoli came back. I went to find him after breakfast. His mother said that when he went home, the car turned over and was injured. He was lying in bed. He smiled when I opened the door and went in, so did I. I know we think of those very good childhood together at the same time. We always talk for a long time, he says he this years bitterness working life, I 1.1 point savor listen to, from time to say a few words of comfort. In the end, he suddenly thought of something and asked me why you didn’t go to school. Wasn’t it good? I smiled. I said I would go back to school after the year. He nodded and said that was right. On the evening of lunar December 26, er Shengzi also came back. He came to get engaged. He was always a friend who made me feel relaxed. In our conversation, he never mentioned those embarrassing old things. What we talked about were all interesting trifles in life, then we giggled together. Listening to the bitter working life of these friends around me and thinking about my hard study experience in the past two years, I suddenly felt that we had grown up. To be exact, we were forced to grow up. Secular life has completely surrounded us. We are no longer carefree children in the past, and the so-called social wind and rain that can only be read in Chinese books are coming to us one by one. I suddenly felt so sad, although I didn’t like it at all. I really don’t like my mother’s talking about what’s wrong with me, and I really didn’t do anything that made her proud. These days, I have thought a lot and tried to do a lot, but what kind of life is the life I want in my heart has always been a mystery. Maybe you would say that I went back to school after the year, but that was just a choice that I was forced to make as usual. I don’t know when I became a person who likes to look up at the sky. I used to think this kind of behavior was too melodramatic, but now I don’t think it at all. Looking at those drifting clouds and scattered birds, I always feel quiet, feeling that I suddenly break away from the secular life. However, what can it do? However, who can tell me what kind of road is the most suitable and the most suitable way for me?

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What is the meaning of living?

Time disappears unconsciously, so does life. Apart from physical and mental fatigue, I feel that I have gained nothing. If I don’t need to write something, I really feel that my life has no support! There is no way to know what it means to live? In front of every successful person with high spirits, I felt cowardice and inferiority deep in my heart. People tend to have self-esteem, and when self-esteem reaches the extreme, it means self-abasement. How sad it would be if a person fell into the mire of inferiority! I don’t know who said, give me a fulcrum, I can leverage the whole earth. However, confidence, the fulcrum of my life, is hidden deep in my heart and I dare not show up in public. I know that self-confidence is given by myself. In this increasingly competitive society, only through life-long learning and continuous enrichment can people adapt to this ever-changing society. As for the future, I don’t know what else can I do? But I can’t give up, giving up my persistence and pursuit of life. I often feel the depression in my heart, the impermanent life and the bad fate, I often feel pressure unconsciously. Deep in my heart, I am eager for a kind of life which is relaxed and free and not tired by everything. However, the days slide day by day and the calendar falls like leaves, but my life still has no improvement. I am is escaping, or dare not walk into life? Time flows, and time is ruthless. Maybe one day I will become more mediocre than now. Maybe one day, I can have what I want, even a little success. No matter what will happen in the future, I should always tell myself that I should not lose my will and ideal in the meaningless world. I must always warn myself that I should work hard and then work hard. I don’t know why I want to live like this. Maybe it’s my anxiety about life, maybe it’s my failure that made me unable to interpret myself, or my father’s deep sigh after failure. All these cannot be erased from my memory. I have no reason to live a mediocre life like this. I used to be my father’s pride, but I let him down so much. During this period of time, I also had a lot of things, so it was difficult for me to calm down and think about something. Let alone studying. In fact, there are many times when I waste my life and time. I remember that when I was in Taian, in a class of professional ethics, the teacher named the students to ask questions and asked other students to answer them. At that time, the first person the teacher called was me. In a panic, I even raised a question that many people think it is boring to live and where do you think people mean? The teacher said that this question was well raised, he also gave a whole lesson around this issue. I still remember clearly what he said till now. What people mean is that people have ideals, pursuits and goals. When you finish a small goal, then try to achieve a bigger goal. Then, until you die, you will feel that you have a lot of things to do. When you reach your goal and achieve some success, you will find that your life is meaningful. Yeah! A life without purpose is like a sieve. There are many times when I feel that I have achieved nothing. I live a life without purpose or pursuit without ideal, life is very sad, empty and helpless. All the water leaked out, without any hindrance and no reason-just like my vulgar life. In the future, I don’t want to waste any more. At least I should live a more real and meaningful life. I hope I can keep this promise!

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Simple pleasures

Many people may not know how much it costs to find happiness. However, in CCTV’s Spring Festival gala program, Zhang Xiufang, a sanitation worker in Beijing, told us with his own experience, happiness is actually very simple, so simple that life is a stage of happiness everywhere, and it is so simple that there is no need for props. During the show, I was waved by the protagonist with a broom weighing four and a half jin. On the stage, my face was always full of sunshine and smiles. I forgot everything, lifting the weight as light as possible, and I was free to move freely, dancing out of the beautiful rhythm and rhythm, deeply attracted. Even more, she was impressed by the reason that she was able to perform the broom dance so vividly and excellently when she was interviewed by the host. It turned out that the reason why she could use the tools of daily labor to perform the broom dance which was almost creative and wonderful magic was that she didn’t take the heavy sanitation work which many people even disdained everyday, it is regarded as a burden, but a pleasure. As the host said, seeing her broom dance reminded us of the song “Beautiful Heart”. The protagonist has a beautiful heart, so he doesn’t regard the work he is engaged in as a burden and frustration in his life. Therefore, in addition to cleaning the city sanitation every day, when taking time to rest, the tools in hand become props for performance. She faces everything with a sunny attitude. She works with a happy mood. Every day is like this. Every day she lives in simple happiness. Therefore, amateur is a way of relaxation and rest, and natural experience over time becomes a pleasing art. Imagine: Without years of persistence and joy, can we have today’s wonderful performance? Therefore, the excitement of the beautiful wheel on the stage before us is actually the accumulation of the protagonist’s happy work, happy life and happy mood. It is completely the seemingly plain accumulation and blooming bright flower, it is the simplest, most natural and truest expression of life, not the deliberate pursuit. If someone else was engaged in sanitation work, he might also be able to work conscientiously, but he might not be as relaxed and calm as she did, using the tools of Labor as the props of dancing, while doing my own job well, with a simple and simple heart, facing the dust in work and life, I can find fun from it, and in the revelation from my heart, show the charm of happiness. In such an impetuous society, how many people who work more leisurely than her and earn more money than her complain all day long and have a lot of worries. Many people regard work as a form or even a burden, taking it lightly as heavy as a burden, carrying a heavy burden, losing inner happiness and ignoring the poetry of life, life has completely become a cup of dull boiled water. And she, lifting weight lightly, Facing work and life with a happy heart, using the broom in my hand to sweep away the dust in the city, at the same time, it also swept away the dust in my life, and even swept away the floating dust in my heart, show your wonderful life. Therefore, after watching her magical performance, we should let this broom, which creates happiness and miracles, sweep away the floating dust of our hearts and free ourselves from the burden of our hearts. Simple happiness, work happily and live happily. Only by turning the tools in my hands into the props of art, forgetting things and putting them down, can we perform excellence on every stage. As an ordinary person, going to the big stage of CCTV, Zhang Xiufang shivered because of excitement. This kind of mood is completely understood. Yes, she is really an ordinary person. However, in the big stage of life, she is a leader worthy of our attention; In the big stage of CCTV, she didn’t know how many longed desires in her heart were dancing, and how many cries and pursuits were awakened. Just because of this simplicity and reality, the broom dance on CCTV stage is still the most wonderful dance in our hearts! The figure of dancers is still the Lightning and spark in our dull work and life!

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-Stator system Laner

The fallen leaves in autumn are like the clouds and smoke passing the eyes of the bustling world, the falling red on the ground, the pale Mulberry full of life, and full of inharmonious movement. I like to get up early and watch the morning light spreading through the whole world gradually. I feel its cleanness, washing the dust of the past, shedding my passion and being as pure as the morning. The quietness of the morning makes my mind calm down. Turn on the computer, listen to the fragrant music, feel that kind of quiet, warm, heart with the music ease peacefully, quietly roaming the network. Each note is still like a wisp of Orchid fragrance, and the pulse flows into my heart, making those reveries begin with quietness and settle down in indifference. Qingyuan’s music cleared my heart like an empty orchid. It was quiet and beautiful, which made me feel the pure and quiet fresh and moved. Let the slightly colorful mind, like soft petals, drift away with the wind, the tranquil fragrance floats out colorful rhythm, light, beautiful, soft, along the quiet thoughts, walk into the years, fold Acacia, knock down the lonely red, enjoy the beauty of tranquility, and elegant colorful words. After the curtain came to an end, the remaining red gradually dispersed, and the worries of the season were given to lan’er. A kind of dream, a kind of sigh, a kind of relief, a kind of agreement. Laner is a beautiful encounter in my life, which condenses my most gorgeous feelings and embellishes the brilliance of my life. She let me cut down the frivolous and impetuous words, engraved pure feelings, forgot the sea, abandoned the dust of the years, and cut off the hurt in my memory. That wisp of the most tranquil fragrance, bathing my soul, let me leisurely shuttle through the windy, snowy and rainy World, quietly watching the ups and downs of the tide, and the wandering soul quietly stuck to the Qingming platform, show your beauty and show your gentleness to your heart. The orchid is fragrant, drunk alone, no sorrow, no thought, pure green, dancing soul alone! Quiet, my mind is always used to getting close to lan’er. My heart is full of warmth, soft and a little more kind. My eyes are as clear as the water of Tianchi, which makes me step thousands of miles of snowflakes and reach thousands of red leaves. The Unreal World, ethereal and turbid, cut off thousands of worries, cleared a pool of autumn water, let the Blue wind blow away all thoughts and wake up the distant dream. Let gentleness be Orchid fragrance, soothe my unspeakable charm, shrink my vanity, drive into the tranquil harbor, smile lightly, hand Red Notes, tease my heart, silently near the window. The floating leaves lingering the whole autumn, laughing at the world of mortals, light to the vicissitudes, arrogant like me, flowers bloom and fall, do not dispute, quietly watching the clouds, pure like me, thousands of things in mind, thousands of tender feelings are as affectionate as mine. Fleeting, like passing clouds. Let nature take its course, as orchid incense is silent in the rhythm of autumn, let the mood rippling with the breeze, really fresh, crystal clear, quiet as orchid, without any interference, let the soul return, keep beautiful!

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In the Sun

[Introduction] Sometimes the white clouds in the sky are as thick as cotton wool, but they can’t get close to the sun. Sometimes the brave white clouds float to the sun and are finally exposed by The Sun. In any case, they can’t curb the power of the sun, just floating gently in the air far away from the sun, giving people a hope of yearning for cool wind and rain.

I have a 20-minute walk to work, and I insist on walking to work on weekdays afternoon. In July of midsummer, the sunshine was excessive and bright as fire, and everything on the Earth was burnt wildly. Vegetables and thatched grass on the roadside absorb the light and heat of the sun, and spit out the hot air that smokes people. The dryness in the air desperately searches for the moisture of plant leaves. It hasn’t rained for more than ten days, the veins of the leaves shrink due to the loss of water. The stretching and water-green leaves in the past are now rolled up in the dry floor. Vegetables in the vegetable market rose again. Green pumpkin rose to three yuan per jin, and amaranth with roots rose to four yuan per jin. No wonder citizens planted vegetables at the roadside and corner. I walked every day, watching the beans, tomatoes, pumpkin, gourd and other crops on the roadside grow slowly from seedlings and then blossom. The fragrance of flowers rushed into my nose all the way, and the flowers came to fruition, the fruit was accompanied by the singing of birds, singing and following me all the way, and then the fruit disappeared. Maybe it was picked home by the master and put on the table. I insisted on walking in the hot sun without slack. Some people think it is incredible, even unreasonable. Yes, who doesn’t like the coolness of the air conditioning room and who doesn’t love it? But who has the enjoyment of flowers and songs? I think only I can have it. I am immersed in the enjoyment and joy of birds and flowers, insisting on my walking. When I walk, there are not thousands of people on the street, and there are still people running for their livelihood. The men wore long-sleeved trousers, and the bronze skin on their faces and hands proved their long history of working in the hot sun. They paved floor tiles for the pavement and paved the streets in the hot sun, the purpose is to let the wife and children live a cool and comfortable life. They occasionally encounter the shade where they take off straw hats and fan the wind, which is the coolest enjoyment. The women were guarding a melon and fruit stall, and the heat wave in the air rushed towards the white cheeks of the female stall owner. Immediately there was fine sweat oozing out. It was useless to keep shaking the banana fan in hand. Occasionally, customers came, I felt like I was injected with a cool feeling in my heart, and immediately got up to greet me with a full smile, completely forgetting the scorching heat of the air. I walked on my own way with a parasol. I didn’t dare to look up at the sun, nor did I have time to carefully look at the men and women forced by life. I lowered my head and imagined that the sky must be as blue as a wash without any cloud. I couldn’t expect something to block the sun, so I had to support the brilliance of the sun with an umbrella. I can also imagine the clean blue beside the sun, and the scorching sunshine spreads to every corner of the world unscrupulously. Sometimes the white clouds in the sky are as thick as cotton wool, but they can’t get close to the sun. Sometimes the brave white clouds float to the sun and are finally exposed by The Sun. In any case, they can’t curb the power of the sun, just floating gently in the air far away from the sun, giving people a hope of yearning for cool wind and rain. Sweat had flowed and rolled down on my cheek. I didn’t care about this, but I just kept moving and wanted to get to the office as soon as possible to enjoy the coolness of the air conditioner. After sweating all over my body, I felt relaxed and energetic when I entered the air conditioning room, and soon I could enter the working state. Standing in front of the closed window of the air-conditioning room, peeping at the outside under the scorching sun, the distant mountains and rivers have already changed from the new green in spring to Brown green, and they are unbridled to accept the sunshine with open mind and magnanimity; the nearby residential buildings reflect the blazing white light, returning the light and heat of the scorching sun to the air; The surrounding hot air attacks everyone’s body and nerve, making people nowhere to hide and avoid. In midsummer, it gives people a feeling of heat. Hot, reviled by others, resisted by air conditioner. Some people are pampered, while cats are in the air-conditioning room for summer; Some people are still working under the hot sun. I am willing to go back to nature, sweat like a pig in the hot sun, appreciate the splendid and excessive scenery in the hot sun, understand the different requirements and ideas among people, and feel the true meaning of life. 2011 nian 7 yue 31 ri

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Ride

Don’t let work Fetter yourself. Many friends remind me kindly. In fact, I don’t understand life. I just think life is the source power of work, and work is for a better life. Unwilling to join the wine bureau and mahjong field, he accepted the advice of several friends and played a mountain bike. Although it was not even an entry level, it was extremely unfashionable, unprofessional, not entering the stage (borrowing the words of the provincial department leaders to evaluate the provincial public security team), but still playing quite interesting. In addition to getting rid of the car on and off work, he would ride a car and get into the mountains whenever he had the chance. In the north of the small city where I live, there are continuous mountains, among which Jieshi and Wufeng are the most famous. Jieshi Mountain is the main peak, which has been mentioned in Cao Cao’s “watching the sea” and Chairman Mao Zedong’s “Langtao sand. Beidaihe. Wufeng Mountain is located on the east side of Jieshi Mountain, which is five continuous peaks, namely, Wanghai Mountain, Hanging Moon, Pingdou Mountain, splendid mountain and fades Mountain. Han Wengong Temple in memory of Han Yu, a great poet of Tang Dynasty, was located at the waist of Wufeng Mountain. The white marble statue of Li Dazhao, a great revolutionary pioneer, stood on the small peak ridge at the foot of the mountain. At that time, li Dazhao once avoided disasters twice in Wufeng mountain, and wrote works such as my view of Marxism here. The two small mountain villages at the foot of the mountain are divided into the east and west of the ridge. The East is Wufeng mountain village, which is famous for its rich fruits; The West is xingshuyuan village, which is the main producing area of flowers in eastern Hebei. Most flowers are sold. My route is from the county town to xingshuyuan village, through the Panshan highway to Li Dazhao statue, then back, from the ridge below to the east through Wufeng mountain village, Shunjing Shen high speed and County connecting line back to the city. From the unit, bypass the two outer ring roads in the west and east, plug directly into Gulou Street, and turn to Wufeng mountain road. After riding for half an hour, we arrived at Jieshi gate. Jieshi gate is a confrontation between two peaks and Qianfoshan in the east. According to historical records, there were more than Buddha statues in the East Mountain Wall of Qianfoshan, but they were destroyed in the four Qing Dynasty; The West is the steamed bread Mountain, which is not high but has no, most of me went up along a small ravine. The road to enter the mountain is on the west side of Qianfoshan, and the west side of the road is Jieyang Lake, which is surrounded by mountains on three sides, just like a pearl in the mountain. Cruise ships are often swinging on the lake surface, and swimming people are swimming in the water. By the lake, the fisherman swung the fishing rod happily, waiting patiently for the next harvest. Follow the Wufeng mountain road being repaired, turn left and turn right several times, travel about two kilometers, then pass through xingshuyuan village. The small village is built on the mountain. The folk houses are of primitive simplicity and modernity, but the only thing that is the same is that every yard is full of flowers. Although it is early autumn, the industrious Apricot Garden villagers use greenhouse to change the season of flowers, the air is full of the fragrance of gardenia. Every family is a piece of red, a piece of green and a piece of white, which really deserves the reputation of Huacun village in Jidong! The villages built with the ups and downs of the mountains are in the form of steps, with uneven and scattered, or covered by green trees, or connected by mountains and stones, which are full of movement! Beside the road, the sour jujube trees are full of fat jujube, the entrance is slightly sour, the tall mulberry trees, the purple Mulberry is missing, and only the loose leaves are left floating in the autumn wind! When we reached a small pass, the mottled gravel on both sides formed two small cliffs which were not too high. A few grasses on the cliffs struggled in the autumn wind, entering the sight. Only a few steps, but another scene, looking into the distance. In the middle of Wufeng Mountain and woodcutter Mountain, a plain emerges from now on. National Highway 205 is winding to the east, with sand river flowing slowly in the middle of the plain, and Fuchang yellow Expressway is just like in front of you. In the middle of the plain, two Dushan mountains stand on the plain, which seems like the fairy mountain in the green ocean, adding more mystery! According to the speculation of local scholars, when Cao Cao was facing Jieshi in the east, He Dan Dan, the water he saw, and the mountain island in the towering mountain was the Wild Fox Mountain and woodcutter mountain which were still in the seawater at that time. The newly built cement road saves a lot of troubles for cycling. At this time of each year, the rain rushes the mountain road out of the ravines. Let alone cycling, even walking must be carefully watched under the feet. However, I really lost the pleasure at the beginning, and my legs were already a little sore. Looking at the winding mountain road, I felt like quitting. For a long time, I have been used to walking and driving, and I am no longer used to cycling. However, it would be extremely high, and the lofty sentiments of the small mountains in the first glance finally overwhelmed tiredness and laziness. Forward, upward, tighten your teeth! After pedaling the car, the road repairman also stared at me with his eyes. When the sweat got wet again and again, he could finally see the image of Dazhao. On that small ridge, the statue of white marble stands there, which is still far away. Only a great man stands tall among a piece of green pine and cypress. Finally it reached the small mountain top. Although it was still far from the top of the five peaks, it was already a winding mountain road that could not ride. The sun has reached the back of Jieshi Mountain, and there is a twilight when you see everything. Looking down at the statue of Dazhao, the master was dressed in robes, looking at his hometown with his back hands, with a bold face; Up, he vaguely saw Han Wengong Temple between green trees and rocks. The thousands of mountains and stones in the posture are quietly bathed in the sunset, and cast a shadow on the Earth. Standing on the huge stone beside the pass, breathing the air with pine flavor in the mountain, the autumn wind blows on my body, which is bright and comfortable. The wind passed through the mountain pass, and there were bursts of pine waves. The sound of birds and insects came from afar, and the screams of shepherds were full of strong mountain and wild atmosphere. Close your eyes and take a deep breath. It is wonderful. The soul seems to be out of the sky. If the Sanskrit sounds came from the water and rock temple in the distance, what kind of ethereal would it be? But I didn’t wait until the mobile phone in the backpack rang out of time. I took it out and found that the mobile phone was out of power. I didn’t know who called, I have to leave this place. Compared with going up the mountain, riding down the mountain is a kind of enjoyment! It suddenly occurred to me that riding to the top of the mountain so laboriously might not be for enjoying the scenery, but purely for experiencing the passion of going down the mountain! I am intoxicated with that kind of wind galloping and electric galloping! Accidentally, I almost rushed out of a hurry turn and was shocked by a cold sweat! Hold the brake tightly for fear of thrill again. Although I was a little anxious, I still didn’t change my original intention and chose to go home from Wufeng mountain village. Because there is water there, I always think that mountain is the bone of water, and water is the spirit of mountain. A stream is accompanied by the mountain road down the mountain. Beside the road, red apples, yellow persimmon and green pears hang all over the branches, A wonderful view of the mountain village! Sheep are grazing on the grass, ducks are playing in the stream, children after school are walking on the mountain road with schoolbags humming songs, smoke rises from the roofs of every family, which brings me deep thinking, take me back to the village where my soul is worried about my dreams! Yes, I haven’t enjoyed the quiet life in the countryside for many years. That kind of quietness and relief only stay in deep memories! Riding all the way, I think it is a harvest all the way. Looking for peace in the complexity of the world, put your heart in a corner of the clean and quiet sky, carefully taste the wind across the mountain pass, the moon hanging on the forest tip. Although I have to devote myself to the fame and wealth of the floating world in the end, I can clap my chest and say that at that moment, I really got rid of the vulgar! The uphill is very tired, but there is no thriller, very tired, but very stable, as long as you always insist on the confidence of upward and upward, the future is bright; The downhill is quite smooth, exciting and fun, however, if you can’t grasp the direction of moving forward a little, you will throw yourself into the abyss that will never come back. You should always remind yourself to be stable and steady. Are these two kinds of life or two realms of life?

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Penglai Penglai is enough

Hundreds of indigenous people were cutting down trees crazily naked. They wanted to build thatched sheds before the rainy season came. The tree was as hard as iron, and their stone axes were cut off fiercely, which would make a sonorous sound of gold and stone. In spite of this, they still cut tenaciously and continuously. Noah’s Ark drifted here with Sumatra’s monsoon. Bang, bang, bang! Finally, a rosewood tree with a thick bowl was chopped down by the natives for seven days and seven nights, and then fell down. Do oars! Noah thought. Bang, bang, bang! Another yellow pear with a thick bowl was chopped down for seven days and seven nights. Do oars! Noah and thought. With two paddles, Noah’s Ark sailed out of the South China Sea and headed north. Come, come, come! The natives shouted at the beach, beside which were the food and clothes Noah gave them. Noah has been hidden in the vast sea. The return of the Pacific Ocean suddenly surged, and the public shift frowned. This skillful craftsman of Lu State has been wandering on the sea for three years in order to find the special materials for building the pavilion, and he still has no clue until now. He took out the iron flute and played a song “non-attack”. The flute pierced the sky and reached the heaven. The Jade Emperor didn’t hear clearly, but Noah, thousands of miles away, understood the lurking in the flute. He released the beloved white dove. The dove flew rapidly to the bow of the public transport class, and suddenly disappeared after dropping two branches. The two branches falling from the sky piled up into a cross and fell into the middle canopy. The public loser felt strange. He put down the Iron Flute and picked up the two branches. This picking up was divided into teaching. The two branches became the thickness of the bowl, and the big ship sank as one of them. The public losing class was overjoyed, pulling up three sails and heading for the Yellow Sea. After a while, the unfinished attic appeared in front of the public shift, and the horizontal and vertical cross became empty, making this half-pulled project crumbling on the top of the mountain and the sea corner. At the beginning, the public transport team racked their brains and used all gold, silver, copper and iron, but it didn’t work. In desperation, they had to go out to sea to look for materials. However, the public shift at this time seemed to have a clear idea. He picked up two branches, one from east to west, one from north to south, and put them down. The strength was extremely strong, and the mountain was pressing against the top. The Attic did not move from then on. Three sandalwood sticks were placed in the public shift to worship the South. Noah stepped on the boat and came to your Pavilion, not in the air. China has your skillful hands, and I am also sympathetic, so I pass the dove to help it. This is Jiamu in the South, which is called Penglai, but it is famous for later generations. Connaught! The public lost class was named Penglai. Yu Zhinan Ke had a dream, and unexpectedly he dreamed of another strange version of Penglai Pavilion. People are always willing to wear an imaginary coat with eight feet in the sky for Penglai Pavilion, in order to satisfy the self-righteous lofty and liberal elegance. Penglai Pavilion is poetic, but it is real. Penglai Pavilion with infinite scenery is condensed by sweat and blood by craftsmen who are not so beautiful. The catty is like the wind, a saw is a saw, a chisel is a chisel, a plane is a plane, a brick is a brick, a brush is a brush, the Sun and the moon are superimposed, essence and blood accumulation, Frost forging and snow refining, one after another. Saw out the east, west, south and north of the beam Leng truss, chiseled out the flowers, birds, fish, animals and insects in the cornices, dug out the beautiful and smart workers in the doors and windows, and built up the solid and solid macro of the stone walls, brush out of the Earth and depths of Red Orange blue-violet. Infinite mortise, no nails and no glue, the pavilion is outstanding, who is contending! Exquisite to the atmosphere, the atmosphere to the tourists, Shandong Public Transport classes are creating a colorful new Penglai for us. Therefore, Li Shangyin said that there was no way to go to Pengshan, and qingniao was attentive to explore. Mao Zedong said that there was an immortal mountain qiongge, and I didn’t see the moon in the autumn of the year before last year. I said that Penglai! Penglai, Penglai, one is enough!

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Who cares if the red fragrance is broken

The explanation in the dictionary: the bricklayer refers to the newborn girl, whose parents play with the bricklayer (ancient refers to the spindle); The bricklayer refers to the newborn boy, whose parents take the bricklayer (refers to a kind of jade) children play. Only from these two words, we can get a glimpse of the deep-rooted patriarchal ideology in Chinese culture for thousands of years. The boy was holding Zhang while the girl was Nawa. At the moment of birth, the gender was known, and the status and fate of the woman were doomed to be covered with a layer of gray sorrow. I think of a sentence in “Han Feizi”: parents are to the son, and giving birth to a man is to congratulate each other, and giving birth to a woman is to kill. It also makes people feel sad and sad. The creases rolled by history are still clear, running over all the spring flowers and autumn moon, but they can’t crush the sadness of women crying over their faces. The early flowers faded away from the initial gorgeous beauty. The moment they fell from the branches, they were already scattered into mud. The fragrance was as good as the past, and people had passed away. The red fragrance is broken, and even though it has a beautiful appearance and is as bright as brilliance, there are only thousands of people left with heartbreaking and lamenting in vain. The red fragrance is broken, just because it is a woman. Just because it was a woman, the gate was not open, the second gate was not open, and there was always only that small so-called boudoir place. As far as I can see, it is just layers of eaves and deep doors. Occasionally, a cloud floats across my eyes, which makes me overjoyed. However, how can I know that this is just the shallow frog in the bottom of the well? Just because she was a woman, she held the female commandment and listened to the lesson. Their fathers, married husbands, three from the four virtues, innocence is the virtue for women sentence, sound, such as withstands great pressure, weak shoulders silent bear. Just because she was a woman, she was inexplicably accused of Nuwa theory. Even her beautiful appearance was naturally regarded as a disaster that could not be seen in the world. There was no interference in housekeeping and national politics. Just because she was a woman, her husband would be the God, and she would die and die without any complaints. She would let her good youth go with the water and never return. You don’t see the chastity memorial arch, and you care for each other without words, but tears fall down to the dawn every night. When did the gender difference cause the difference between clouds and mud? Men are clouds and women are mud. Even though it is extremely beautiful, it is still unsatisfactory. The history is like this, and the highly respected saints like Confucius speak surprisingly: only women and scumbags are hard to raise!; Like Ban Zhao, the talented woman who helped her brother write books with great talent in her heart still believed in the dogma that men were superior to women and made the outline of “women’s commandment” bind thousands of women; cao Cao, like those who are surprised at the success of the world, just regards women as playing with material desires. The outstanding people in history are still like this. How can we not be sad or painful? The history is like this. The slim women who are smart, smiling, beautiful and looking forward to it are becoming thinner and thinner in the political struggle and in the country of men, gradually becoming the west wind and yellow flowers. Concubine Yang, a sunken fish, a wild goose, a wild goose, a Diao Chan, and a shy flower, were originally like a peach blossom. They had their own touching brilliance. However, the dark whirlpool of the patriarchal war and politics came ruthlessly and couldn’t help it. Then, maybe it was Xi Shi who woke up in the silent moonlight night of Wu Palace. Lang rode a bamboo horse and made green plum around the bed only in the distant dream of dripping tears. Maybe it was Zhaojun who heard the sound of hujia in the distant land of Hu in the North every night. In the vague melancholy, it was still the first scene of dizzy and charming in the past. Maybe it was Diao Chan, who still remembered and walked shyly in the aging hearts of the two men, and looked back on the shy feelings of the young girl. Maybe it was Concubine Yang who looked at the Jinluan Ryukyu in the distance again in the forest of Ma Wei. She smiled back for the last time, and was full of charm and flowers. Or maybe, all the endings are not there, they are just a bit pale in the corner of history, no one cares. The long feudal society is also a long patriarchal society. With male rulers who are high above, it is not difficult to see women who are more and more constrained to the dust. The so-called patriarchal ethics was unexpectedly the shackles of women’s whole life. The balance of history has long been inclined to the man who holds heavy power and is regarded as the master, while the woman on the other end has become insignificant in the eyes of the world. Women’s talent is virtue. The talent and virtue of women with red makeup are so overwhelming. Warrior Mulan had to disguise eligible for parent went to battlefield. Even though the outstanding Empress Wu who governed the country made the national strength of the flourishing Tang Dynasty to a higher level, it still attracted numerous criticism and dissatisfaction in the Royal Court. Yi An, who was full of talent, ended up in jail for getting rid of the failed marriage. Xue Tao, a girl’s school book with poetic talent, became a reward and foil of officialdom for no reason, let alone the countless sadness and sadness like flowers. Then, who do you want to say more about the red, fragrant and thousands of amorous feelings?

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Once again into library

Since I was obsessed with the Internet, I have never stepped into Shangyu library any more. What I didn’t expect was that after several decades (July 4th), I walked into Shangyu library again. In the Eighties of last century, I used to be a regular customer in Shangyu Library. At that time, the library was also set up on the Longshan Road of baiguan, which was a four-story building. I borrowed books from time to time to read, so that my library card was always filled with a high utilization rate, which also made me gradually develop the habit of reading. In my memory, there were not many books in Shangyu library at that time, and they were rarely updated. If you want to borrow the books you need, you need to search the catalogue one drawer, one drawer, one card, one card, and then search one cabinet after another, which is very troublesome. Even so, as soon as I was free, I went to the library to shop for books. After that, I took it to my home and had a good time. A lot of time was spent in books in this way. In that age of material poverty and spiritual void, going to the library became a habit of mine. At first, I was out of work on rainy days, and then I worked three shifts. When I had spare time, I would walk into the library and let myself gallop around to read books. From newspapers and magazines to literary works, and then to social sciences, it can be said that there are a wide range of interests. Under the spacious and bright glass windows, under the quiet and warm environment, the books made me fascinated. I saw Li Bai traveling all over rivers and mountains, and I saw Tang Xianzu’s low singing. I have found a belonging of the soul, and I have also found a poetic life. I like the feeling of wandering in the library, which is a delicate feeling. Although I have read a few books intensively, most of them are just like a cursory glance. In this way, I read dozens of books intermittently, which also enriched many of my thoughts. I went to the library to read books, shuttling back and forth between each neatly arranged bookshelf. There were so many books in front of me, which were dazzling. Wandering in the ocean of knowledge, I I am to stop and go, and to travel around. After reading this book and that book, I found it interesting, which made me fondle admiringly. I read my favorite books page by page, and spent half a day in the library unconsciously. Maybe someone couldn’t understand me at that time. Why would he be willing to stay in the library for half a day and accompany the book silently when he had time? I remembered the unforgettable and happy reading time I spent in the library with exclamation. In fact, in every scholar’s heart, there is a kind of affection which is hard to give up with the library, either deep or shallow, or thick or light. The library once performed a beautiful life story. I hope I can have the opportunity to stay in the library and continue to write poetic life

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Lonely sentimental

Life cannot be a game of chess. One step is wrong, one step is wrong, and one game is lost. But how I wish that life is a chess game. If I go wrong, I can come back and regret it. In this way, maybe the shadow of helplessness and despair in my childhood will not bother me all my life. After drinking water for more than 30 years, I knew it was cold and warm. Although I dare not say that my life is soaked in the vicissitudes of the world, I have suffered a lot of indifference in the world anyway. Recalling that he jumped into the river and committed suicide at the age of twelve. I often complain that the heaven is unfair. What this world brings to me is nothing but pain, loneliness and helplessness. But sometimes, I like it again. If this was not the experience, my lamb would not be stocked up, would not learn to be independent, would not learn to survive, and would not meet you. If there is no cloud, will the sky be blue? If there is no day, will we meet? If I hadn’t met you, where would I be? My heart is peaceful, quiet, kind and full of hope because of you. Listen to the song “women like smoke” again. Sadly sorrow. The smoke-like past emerged quietly on my face, and loneliness covered my heart like a vine. Maybe in the beginning of winter today, it is getting cold. The roses I planted for you by myself have petals falling down with the wind. Smelling the light fragrance brings me a deep yearning for you. Fate is like a play. Although the script is not in his own hands, he has to change himself with the plot. Who is directing? Not about me. Outcome also unknown. If fate is really a play, I would rather act as a demon fox for thousands of years. From the moment I changed myself into a human being, I came to your side without hesitation, and we were destined to have a vigorous love. You can take you as your own selfishly, and you can connect with each other in the sky. However, I can’t harm you because of the different ways of human and demon. You are so excellent. Excellent men are the wealth of the society and are used for appreciation and worship. I can only look at you from afar and wait for you silently. The Mermaid in Andersen’s works turned into a sea bubble to drift away with the sea for the sake of her beloved Prince’s happiness, but the Prince did not know who she was. Although, I, the fox demon, ended up lonely and desolate alone, at least, I am still happy, at least I have aroused spray in your heart. At least you will accompany me all day long. Otherwise, my heart will be as fragile as a body without soul, as thin as a cicada’s wings. With the first wind coming from beginning of winter, I will leave with the wind.

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