Month: November 2017

Happy words with ink fragrance

[Introduction] I love notes. I dress up the notes in colorful colors. I fly butterflies into books, let them smell the fragrance and stick flowers, and listen to the narration of flowers; I jump apples into books, put the key points of thinking including your own green onion into the center; In one’s life, there are no more than two categories of real happiness: spiritual happiness and material happiness. Material happiness sounds very simple. Some eat and some live, but the standards are different. It is difficult to grasp whether the requirements are high or low. And spiritual happiness is the real happiness, spiritual pleasure, openness of mood and contentment of life, which is more proud and fortunate than anything else, and the happiness obtained from the ink fragrance is the most enlightened happiness. Every day, I get up early, have breakfast, do chores, look at the mobile phone, it’s still early, take a few newspapers, whether I have read it or not, I will relish and read carefully, so as to understand the current events, know the world; Know the weather, know the cold and warm; Read the cultural world and be familiar with the ancient civilization. Sometimes, on a whim, I made up a masterpiece that I thought was proud of, and thought that I am a cultural man, I felt very good about myself. At noon, the children fell asleep sweetly. I picked up the book I had prepared for a long time and read it: novel, I lamented for the ups and downs of her story, when I see the sad place, I will cry with her and laugh with her; In prose, I am surprised by her beautiful sentences, read them many times, and hum Qingqing; Essays, comments, I clapped my hands repeatedly for her sharp sentences, spicy criticism and humorous humor, which was widely praised; In fairy tales, I giggled for the innocent performance of The Little Hero and endless fantasy. Once in a while, the child’s dream and turning over, I thought that I also entered the dream, and came to the child at once, helping him to stick the quilt and touch their little faces, with the sweetness of maternal love in my heart. In the evening, other people played red five wars, mahjong and double buttons in a dim sky, but I held a book in my hand, hid in the corner and gnawed at the book (because I am high myopia, others said that I was reading and listening books), I laughed at myself and said that I love to smell the ink fragrance, because I think the book has its own good fragrance, life has its own passion, and you can enjoy yourself. You are the happy person and the happy person. I love the notes. I dress up the notes in colorful colors. I fly the butterfly to the book, let it smell the fragrance and stick the flowers, and listen to the narration of the flowers; I jump the apple green to the book, put the key points of my own thoughts into the center; My flying knife inserted horizontally, which showed my uneven thoughts and decadent mood. I really wanted to raise my eyebrows and point at thousands of fingers; I made some plum blossoms, it shows that the author has different opinions, and each has its own merits, which complement each other; Sometimes the red pen dot indicates that I have doubts about it or it deserves my attention and so on. Different color descriptions outline my different thoughts in different periods and Hearts, as well as the manifestation of privacy at the bottom of my heart. I cherish my notes, and I regard them as spiritual dialogues, depressed vent, happy record. I am confident: with these friends in my life, why do I worry about no happiness and no idea of life? I believe that sunshine will always accompany me, because I myself am a illuminant. Therefore, the I am in front of the child is very familiar. There are hundreds of monsters in ancient and modern times, trifles of characters, animals, birds and birds, all over the world, and the gods are chatting with each other. The child respects me, and I am full of innocence, enjoy the satisfaction and pleasure brought by books with them, cultivate children’s reading ability and language expression ability, and let them learn to talk and debate with me, they and I enjoyed the magic of language shock and contentment in an equal atmosphere of conversation.

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Thought

A kind of wonderful feeling is always inexplicably recalling those trivial things in the past; Those sad things, or pleasure. At that time, what I hated might be like-minded. When you leave, you will leave some shadows. The memories are always warm, and the memories are always sighing. I always miss those beautiful days. Maybe it is getting older. My old classmate asked me happily why I didn’t go back to my alma mater. I smiled and answered; There were only memories but no thoughts. I think of my old schoolmates who were high-spirited, with dreams and pure hearty laughter floating in the valley. Miss the teacher’s mother-like nagging. I read those people, not some time and space. Wherever people are, they will follow wherever they want. Even though they are far away from each other, they care about each other. The shadow of childhood often appears in dreams, running in the wheat field full of thick snow without scruple. Miss my snowmen and my running childhood. In the crude Primary School, the students were ragged, but they also looked leisurely.. Catch The Locust in the open grass field, and put your head on the fur straw first; The big one can be grilled and eaten, while the small one can only wait for the end. I miss my emerald fur and my childhood friends. From time to time, I picked up cigarette butts and smoked a mouthful of grandma who was spitting out a cigarette ring. I have been away for some years, and I always feel satisfied to smoke a few cigarette butts in my dark hands. When I was young, I always yelled at her and left. What I left was neither sadness nor resentment. Looking at the thin body lying in the coffin, everything stopped and sealed up my memory from now on, I only want to leave some. Thinking about the beautiful white hair, the warm wrinkles and the curved back. They are gone, you miss them, you are gone, they miss you again, the living will always miss those who leave. The inheritor with light happiness and endless thoughts from generation to generation…..

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Cangshan love ballad

I fold happiness into a beautiful butterfly, and I don’t know whether it will stop beside your pillow tonight. When tomorrow dawn, the moment you wake up, he will leave peace, happiness and happiness in your every day. —– Inscription (1) I still remember that night, I lost sleep and had no other choice. When I told her, she chatted with me with poetic and beautiful words until tomorrow dawn. But what I was intoxicated with instantly was only this message in the inscription. She and I both grew up at the foot of the same Cangshan Mountain. Although we have different qualifications, different destinies and different predestination, we have never escaped the suspicion of childhood sweetheart. When I was young, his affectionate eyes were like a collection of poems, which condensed the poet’s heart and tears. I didn’t have the talent to try hard to understand, however, she interpreted the connotation that others had no guesses with this advantage, but I failed very much, and even couldn’t cater to others. The romantic ballad of Cangshan Mountain is frequently played back in the paradise where there are green mountains and rivers, lonely clouds, white cranes, and drunken men fishing. Countless Yi people are attracted by it, but I only acted as the listener, forgetting to own my own songs. I like to hear her playing the Mudi very much. In the dusk, the sunset glow is leisurely walking with light steps, the summer cicada is chatting with the frog wantonly, and the travellers are carrying their luggage on the path of sheep intestines, the water curtain was molested by the cool wind, and the charming and desolate songs resounded all over the world. Just like pouring out the love and resentment in the world I am a prince who likes depression and silence, but she is an optimistic, lively and cheerful Angel. As long as he waves his wings, my life is full of sunshine when I gloumy,I will miss her in no reason .As a matter of fact,I look forward to coming across her at the moment.No sooner than 7 days,she will turn up like this, without any carving and decoration, I have been entangled with him, and the relationship is very good, just like boiled water and instant noodles, but each other was carried away by happiness, and nobody cared about it. There were chopsticks standing beside us, and we regretted when we were sober. However, everything could not go back to the past. There was no gas station in love. Once upon a time, there was a ballad of Cangshan which belonged to me, but I didn’t miss it. Until I lost half of it, I suddenly realized that perfection had become so far away.

(Ii) that night, she told me that a boy who was good at writing poems treated her well. They might have found a common home. At that time, I said nothing, only one message was left: you, me and he were on a hurry. Along the way, she lost your soul with poetry, but I was forgotten by the years, so I simply stopped while walking, I can’t force your heart, just you two go first. Also because of this, without Jiangfeng and fishing fire, I lived a deeper sorrow than Zhang Ji and couldn’t sleep all night. Maybe people who really understand me will add adj’s immortal insomnia. In fact, she is a girl who is very good at writing and writing, and her humanistic quality is very good, which is amazing among many of my friends. She is also engaged in literature, and her spiritual attainments are much more abstract than those of us amateurs. Every time we play with her, it is just like Einstein and Marx making out. I don’t know what motivation her blessing comes from, whether to remind me, encourage me, complain about me, or tease me? Anyway, that night, the candlelight flickered, just like tears from people. Through the paper window torn apart by the night wind, I actually saw a butterfly flashing its wings beside gardenia, the rhythm and noise may be the Cangshan love rumor that I should have had long ago.

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Blue Watch

[Introduction] I have always been confused why you, who are so fond of blue and white, have been shuttling back and forth in the gray and black world. Mysterious, dark, decadent and stubborn, so my blue and white should be held tightly for you. Even if you once said that staying in the gray and black world is to better keep the clear of your heart. Just like watching your back disappear out of the car window in a hurry, how much you miss the warmth of your palm, how much you are attached to the years with you, how much I hope you can turn back at that time. Maybe if you just glance at it, you will not give up. But when I turned around, it was the vicissitudes of the sea. After all, you still made me thulium. No intention is also disconsolate; No intention is also an ending. Meet on the sunny day of May, and leave in the blooming season of cherry blossoms. Winter goes and spring comes, only one spring and autumn, is also another world. How many nights have you ever heard a little sob? It was a lost child struggling in panic and helplessness because he couldn’t find his way home. In the night when the West Wind was withering green trees, sentimental poets looked out of the way of the world, but now it is in the spring and grass green season, and I am also looking out and looking for the way to come. One is the bleak falling of crazy leaves. One is that everything is actually active and busy. If we had never met, there would be no end of the song. The fate indicates the end from the beginning. Even so, the blue and white sky is always willing to watch you alone. Blue and White have always been your favorite colors. You say that is a kind of open, vast, deep and clear generosity. It seems to overlook the peace of all creatures, and there is a universal love deep in the peace…. Therefore, the blue coat and the white trousers are always my expressions of watching for you. I have always been confused why you, who are so fond of blue and white, have been shuttling back and forth in the gray and black world. Mysterious, dark, decadent and stubborn, so my blue and white should be held tightly for you. Even if you once said that staying in the gray and black world is to better keep the clear of your heart. But at the corner of the road, you lost the blue and white one accidentally. Just because a person’s watch is too thin. A silent ending is doomed at the right time. Get on, get off, get on. I looked at your back in vain and felt sad. That night in front of your bed, I drifted to you. You are still sleeping in a deep dream, and my parting and sorrow are still singing a one-man show. In fact, this is the best ending. You don’t have to be too persistent for the loss in your life. This is already a casual glimpse of your growth and turning away. There is a blue and white cup on your desk, it is a comfort to me. Relieved… I think the past is no longer sentimentally attached, the future is still waiting for hope, now I —- want to go far away

Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring…

Waiting

Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain…

Be good at listening to different voices and opinions

On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites…

Read The Bridges of Madison County

“When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted…

From today on, I want to be happy

I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me…

Sick time

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Some Thoughts Concerning 9.11 Tenth anniversary

The 9.11 terrorist event in 2001 killed more than 3000 people and injured innocent people, which marked the ruins of sister Twin Towers, a permanent landmark building in the heyday of the United States. The Pentagon could not escape the misfortune of being damaged. According to the news pictures of that year, President Bush at that time was shocked by the shocking terrorist incident and was stunned for a while without any words. According to this, Michael, an American writer and director, directed the famous political documentary “Hua 911”, which was popular for a while. The 9.11 event was undoubtedly the turning point of the world, and the shock brought by it was incomparable to the conventional modern war. It is the permanent painful memory of American people, and also makes the focus of American military shift from paying special attention to emerging market countries such as China to asymmetric war of anti-terrorism, which leads to Sino-US anti-terrorism cooperation, the relationship between the two world powers was obviously unfrozen. With the far-reaching influence of this event, China, once suffering many disasters, also won the opportunity to recuperate for 10 years. The world has indeed changed, and the indestructible myth of the world’s leader was broken by the airliner raided by Islamic boisterous men, which also left a destructive shadow on the safety hearts of ordinary Americans. Anti-terrorism has also become the theme of political life that human beings face together. However, 9.11 should not prove Huntington’s theory of civilization conflicts, but a signal to warn the world of centralization. 10 years later, although world political system no disruptive changes, has weakness fade, World boss face tangled human puzzles to alone handle has struggled. 10 years later, economic turbulent world still fast endless flames. 10 years later, China is still Chinese, not lack of rich but also some bad hand, is world economic fire-fighting team, one hand inch not complex. The 10th anniversary of 9.11 is also the threshold of the second decade of the new century. When the star of North America, which outshines the whole world, is gradually dimmed, where will the world go? Where does China, which is still singing and dancing but is in the whirlpool of the world economy, go? 2011 nian 9 yue 11 ri hasty pen

Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring

Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring…

Waiting

Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain…

Be good at listening to different voices and opinions

On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites…

Read The Bridges of Madison County

“When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted…

From today on, I want to be happy

I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me…

Sick time

I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Illusion

The inexplicable thing in my mind may be that I am not willing to face it. I am like a dishonest child and dare not admit my fault. However, am I wrong? Day by day, life is just like this. In the past days, it rained continuously and hid under the eaves occasionally. When the rain stopped and no place was found, we could only step by step in the water, the shoes have already been soaked, and stepping on them is a kind of frustrated wound. People who originally hate going out are more like people who have been complaining for a long time, but have not found the outlet to release and look at those beautiful people, think distance far?, forcing out crowd, fuzzy to left quite, in the monotonous neon under no see conformal shadow, watching time digital 1.1 point increase, I sat here alone, my head hurt a little, something melted into my mind, when I thought, did you read with me, when I finally decided to do something, courage is only half, a glass of clean water, I forget what I want, everything is covered by fog, lack of patience to remove, find that it is a shocking accident, if only if, lost has become a foregone conclusion. It is a little difficult to let go. I use my brain to measure every inch and walk in a hurry. My memory cannot confuse my steps. The beginning of every story is always as bright as flowers, but the end is always silent like soil. One day, I am also like a kite breaking the wire and fetching in front of me. Falling is inevitable,

Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring

Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring…

Waiting

Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain…

Be good at listening to different voices and opinions

On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites…

Read The Bridges of Madison County

“When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted…

From today on, I want to be happy

I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me…

Sick time

I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Red brick glazed tile

[Introduction] when I was pleased with my achievements and wanted to show off myself, I received many invitations from my former classmates, I finally shook my spirits and wanted to see others’ achievements (I used to feel inferior).

That summer, my son was just five years old. After struggling, he finally got his own home. There were two one-story bungalows. His happy passion had not faded, and he encountered another problem, the building was seriously leaking, and the bed couldn’t sleep at all. It was full of pots of various colors. There was thunder rumbling outside, and it rained heavily. There were big beads and small beads falling down on the jade plate at home; We took the mat and looked everywhere for a dry, finally, we found the space of a mat beside the table. My husband and son hid in the mother-in-law’s home to have a good sleep, while I am listened to the rain all night; Stared at the darkness outside the window all night; Thought rolled over all night; The night was filled, in the end, he murmured two sentences of poems silently, which were made up of tens of millions of poems in Guangsha. They were full of happiness and reluctantly dispelled the desire in their hearts. With the policy of reform and opening up, with the Wood thought of Zhuji People: hardworking, endeavor, hard work and continuous self-improvement. In less than a year, a three-story building rose from the ground. When we began to decorate the house again, my heart suddenly broadened. We chose red bricks, green mosaics and beautiful horse heads, what is more gratifying is that we decorate the living room with our own design, create combined furniture, and buy small furniture such as color TV sets, refrigerators, washing machines and so on that we are longing all the time. When I was pleased with my achievements and wanted to show off myself, I received many invitations from my former classmates. I finally shook my spirits and wanted to see others’ achievements (I used to feel self-abased). However, the family background of all my classmates makes me truly understand the meaning of wealth: high-rise buildings, red bricks and glazed tiles, numerous factories, staff spirit and office buildings are more upscale and chic, the function of the machine made me bear my eyes, and I even admired the power of Zhuji People to forge ahead. I have the spirit of Ah Q in Lu Xun’s works: material self-satisfaction. But I have the simple and hardworking spirit of Zhuji People and the spirit of self-improvement without fear of falling down. I believe that as long as the policy accords with the interests of the people and our efforts, our Zhuji will be more brilliant.

Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring

Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring…

Waiting

Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain…

Be good at listening to different voices and opinions

On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites…

Read The Bridges of Madison County

“When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted…

From today on, I want to be happy

I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me…

Sick time

I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…