Month: January 2018

In laughter, I still miss the new year of my hometown

Today the new year. A day of laughter. Like others, I got up very early. After being ready to go, I looked in the mirror and smoothed the broken hair in front of my forehead. I gave myself a smile in front of the mirror, but found that the smile could not reach the corner of my mouth. But I still set foot on the journey of New Year’s greetings in the Dark Dawn. Although the distance was not very far, I still walked in the silent dawn for a long time until my feet hurt a little. I stopped to look at the Silent Street. The street lamp was flashing, and only I was shaking in the blurred light and shadow. I suddenly feel a little distressed. In this world, it seemed that at that moment I was alone wandering on the street. I don’t know when I will become lonely, although I live in the crowd. If it was in the past, if my father was still there, today in a certain month of a certain year, at this time, I would still stay in the bed and watch my busy parents blink their eyes. At that time, Dad always hummed a little song and walked around the room. The stove was so hot that dad kept on adding firewood. The room was filled with hot air and smiles lingered on our faces. After the first sound of firecrackers, the steaming dumplings came up, and I climbed up the Kang lazily. At that time, I found that mom had prepared new clothes for us. The most unforgettable light in my parents’ eyes after wearing new clothes. This is not enough, mom has turned into magic on my hair again. I like the twist braid made by my mother best. Wherever I go, it jumps to my mother’s wish. Outside the window, firecrackers began to sound continuously, and laughter also spread in every corner. Always when the first dumpling was half eaten, the small room was filled with New Year’s greetings. Every one was full of spring breeze, saying auspicious words of New Year’s greetings. After a burst of bustle, the cabin was calm again. We finished our breakfast again in shallow laughter. Or there will be many people to pay a New Year call. The room was steaming, always talking and laughing, and the air gradually dissipated in the room. The bright red window flowers posted on the window glass also burst into smile. Laughter kept going on in the small room. Dad also took us to celebrate the new year. Walking out of the door, I found that happy feet had been stepped out of the knee-wide snow. The road my Mother Swept was also covered with little snow. We followed dad. Wearing beautiful new clothes and shoes, my mother’s beautiful braided braid was swaying in her hand. Eagerly looking forward to others’ praise. The happy mood even the snow was infected, and the first ray of sunshine in that morning shone brightly. There was so much warmth on the road that used to pay New Year’s greetings. Accompanied by my father and the laughter of my sisters. Walking on the path my Mother Swept, it seemed that happiness had been spreading all the time to my heart. Now, this cold Street is so far away from my old country. Now, this is the new year, but we can’t find the smile of the past. The street lamp still flickered with cold light, and it didn’t shine abnormally because of my confusion. The vehicles passing by also brought inexplicable sadness. Moving forward alone, I no longer care about my foot pain. Or maybe it has numb the nerves with cold. Finally, the Horizon turned white, and I had reached the end of the road. There is already a crowd there. People on the Street starting to set new year. You are still not there. Because you are also on the way home, just different from me. While you are getting closer to home, I put my old country in the distant memory. I can only smile in the wind of New Year greeting with these familiar and unfamiliar faces. Finally, this familiar and unfamiliar new year greeting action was stopped. But my face had already laughed a little stiff. This day is a happy year with constant laughter. Although your arrival is a little late, the smile on your face is endless happiness. I tried my best to look at your smiles and squinted, so as not to let the missing in my heart overflow. But the tears broke by accident. I can only turn around quietly and don’t want you to see it, because today is a happy year. In laughter, the happy lunch continued. Listening to you talking about the experience of a year and the expectations of the new year, you suddenly want to escape. But I still sat there, silently holding the dishes, silently putting them in my mouth, and finally I didn’t know what to eat and got into my stomach. Fill yourself blankly. I don’t want to taste carefully, because I am afraid of comparing it with the food in my memory. Silently put yourself in the big sofa. Watching the sketches on TV, listening to your chatting and laughter. It also skips the corners of your mouth with your laughter, indicating that I am not wandering. You are still drinking. Food cold. You are still talking and drinking. At that time, I thought of dad pouring two cups of wine unwillingly. Pouring a cup on the ground means devotion; Drinking a cup and a sip means blessing for the new year. The smiles of parents and sisters are always filled in the faint aroma of wine. I really miss this aroma of wine. It has always made me drunk in the happy new year with parents and sisters. If it’s OK, how I want to be drunk. But my life will continue. Just like now, I am still here watching you drink and cry. But I know that the bitter tears are actually the breeding of happiness. At least when you want to cry, you can have your parents snuggle up; At least when you are in the new year, you can happily get drunk around your parents. But I can only raise my head firmly, or turn myself to the deserted street, letting tears flow with the raging cold wind. Looking at your red face and trembling shoulders after drinking. I know that is because of your parents’ hard work. But do you see the pity in their eyes at that moment! How I envy you for having your parents around me, but I don’t have the distant happiness around you. Tears blinded my eyes again. But I only let it rotate in my eyes, not letting it flow to the corner of my eyes. Because I am afraid that tears will break the thread again. It is always in such a new year and atmosphere. Missing obviously has gone far, obviously has been buried very deep and very strict, but instantly seems like before my eyes. Tears unwillingly flooded in my heart. It turns out that I still miss it. It turns out that I still hope to have my parents around, but this wish can no longer be realized. I can only keep moving forward. The wine was finally finished, and the meal was also finished. But laughter still exists. I stood up and walked outside. The yard was dyed red by the setting sun, and at that moment I was also bathed in the sunset glow. Looking up, I saw the top of the tree in the setting sun of the new year was extremely red. In the red light and shadow, I seemed to see the hut of my family, where there were laughter from my parents and sisters. I stood there for a long time until my feet became frozen and started to ache. When I turned around, I suddenly found that your figure was also bathed in the glow. The moment you drank the wine, there was a transparent aperture under the sunlight. Happy new year! You gently said. The moment of warmth flows in my heart. I didn’t expect much, as long as there is a warm greeting, it is enough! My tears came again. But this time I didn’t turn my head around. I let tears flow on my face. But you pulled my hand in the setting sun.

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Memory

At noon, fried white rice shrimp with green pepper, my son likes it very much. After eating shrimp, my son remembered the scene of fishing shrimp in his grandmother’s house when he was five or six years old. He said: at that time, there were many shrimps in a ditch in Grandma’s backyard. Grandma took a bamboo stick and shrimp bait for fishing shrimps. I carried a small bucket, grabbed grandma’s hand and came to the ditch, seeing a lot of shrimps in the upstream of the ditch, I was anxious to grasp them with my hands. My grandmother told me not to move. Don’t scare the shrimps, so I couldn’t catch them. My son was very nostalgic for the time at that time. Now, due to the expansion of the city and large-scale demolition, my parents’ houses have been demolished, the vegetable garden has also been destroyed, and the small ditch has also been filled with reinforced concrete. Every time I went back, I couldn’t find the original shadow. In countless dreams, my parents and I cut rice in the fields, picked vegetables in the vegetable garden with my brothers, and fought in the pond, we climbed up the locust tree together, picked up a basket full of locust flowers and put them in the sun. The fragrance was very attractive. My brother and I rode a car and carried vegetables grown by my parents to sell in the city. So, our tuition fees have been settled. Downstairs, two little girls jumped rubber bands between the two trees, and the ponytail braid jumped. At that time, my classmates and I took ten minutes to finish the class, jumping the rubber band that I was never tired of playing. I was the best and could jump as high as my head. Now, I do not know how to jump. Whenever I see children jumping, I always want to follow them up and jump a few steps, but the children think I am in the way. When she went out to work and took the bus, a couple in front of her were talking sweetly. The girl even sang the song “Little Swallow” in front of the crowd. The sweet voice made her boyfriend hug her in her arms unwittingly, I think there are only two people in love. The sound of little swallows, dressed in floral clothes, coming here every spring reminds me of the scene when I played games with my lovely children. The little swallows flew one by one with their wings stretched out. The immature voice called me. The naughty play made me laugh heartily. The Little Couple held their hands and drove the car. I kept watching them far away. In front of me, I seemed to see my husband crossing the road together with my hand, sitting in the cinema together, drinking the yogurt I drank for the first time. I frowned and he laughed at me at night, having dinner with friends and lamenting the passage of time and the ruthlessness of time, we have entered middle age from youth and children have continued our past. However, many memories have been engraved into our mind, it will not slip away because of the disappearance of time, nor will it be forgotten because of the aging of memory. The past beauty and difficulties are the witness of our life, but also a kind of wealth. When we are old and unable to walk, those memories are our years.

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Time series

The mood at that time was just like the agreement when distant clues came one after another. The days could not be waved back to the past from a street that had passed by, saying goodbye to the heavy attachment, so we had to stop now with a slight smile. Time has lost itself, which is like an illusion that once fell heavily in other places. The night in other places is easy to get cold, and the cold makes the remaining warmth melt away. I cried when I asked for the daytime for no reason at night and couldn’t find the plot hidden for a long time under the sun. Things are different from people, and people are different from the Earth. I can’t go back to the past, the campus, the beautiful seaside and the happy chapters in the past. Therefore, the story has been separated for a long time, just like the follow-up of broken chapters. When I was still walking with heavy steps under the light in the dead of night, when I watched my figure walking on that familiar path alone, I began to recall that group of people, where is the beauty that I dare not expect, those exhausted figures, those expressions that I can understand with a smile, the smoke sucked into my lungs, and I miss some days, that street, and that dormitory, but now, when I am still in the busy season, I have passed my beautiful University. Time left us yesterday, and we ran to this moment alone. So we found that what drives us crazy is that it is easy to think about what we did just now, rather than what I am doing now. I began to associate yesterday’s memory with the present with a pencil. The faded pencil words showed yesterday’s dim past, while those profound and obvious black marks recorded today’s life, I don’t know when life will become boundless and vicissitudes. I no longer pursue those old worries. With the drifting of time, the small ships in our hearts have experienced many reefs, many wind and waves, and are still injured without stopping, frustrated without stopping. After being injured, we are still facing new injuries coming through, after climbing over this mountain, there are still trials and hardships behind it. The road you have traveled beautified and smooth the forehead of time, making a mood flow back with time, stopping, and then moving forward indifferently. When we have looked down upon the reality early and agreed with it early, and only our own soul exists deep in our hearts, we begin to walk out of ourselves and the desolation of our soul. The reflection of time appeared. I saw the scenery of the North, and I saw the scene of the Gobi Desert touching the horizon. There was a high and open place with my beautiful pursuit. In that beautiful yurt, I yearned for a kind of life and leisure. I imagined the beautiful sunshine of the South Country and the long lane of the water village, drawing it into a beautiful landscape. It is the precipitation of time. However, the sunshine in Inner Mongolia was like a naughty child, escaping in the rain and emerging rapidly. Now, I am in Inner Mongolia, near the Tianshan Mountains and Gobi Desert. My memory of getting cooler and cooler passes through my forehead in autumn and directly enters winter. Looking back to the people before, I always indulge in the beauty of the past, after these days, we will miss what we are now in the future. How many years have passed before we are willing to stop to have a look at the present, how many stops we pass, how many corners of a city we are willing to stop, how many real stories we have seen, and how many youth we are willing to let go. The story puts aside the Preface, I am busy recording the marks under my feet. The appearance of time is dignified and splendid. The memory that cannot be returned and the extravagant imagination have to take the current road well. On this road, time is a little long and steady, I began to enjoy the beautiful weather, amorous feelings and stories of Inner Mongolia quietly. Here, I saw my shadow behind the time, strong and brave, persistent efforts. In fact, after such a long journey, I have been on the road without regret or disappointment. Facing the Tianshan Mountain, I have never been discouraged. A child watching the Tianshan Mountain, time goes from the blue sky, A wisp of warm sunshine scattered through the white clouds.

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For myself four years ago

The night was already deep, and all the boys in the dormitory fell asleep soundly. I drew the curtain, opened the lamp and began to write this letter to you, my dear. The season has entered the early winter. Recently, cold wind often strikes, and the sudden drop of temperature is too much for people. Except for staying in the dormitory and classroom, I almost didn’t go anywhere. Sometimes when I was walking on the road, I also walked in a hurry. I know, if it were you, I would have wrapped myself up layer by layer, just like a full zongzi, and I didn’t realize how stupid I looked, on the contrary, I sniffed at those boys who were trembling in the cold wind wearing thin clothes for being handsome. However, I shrank my neck and endured the cold weather day after day with my snot flowing, unwilling to wear more clothes. Well, in order to be handsome, I clenched my teeth and persisted day after day without any compromise. If you see me now, you will certainly scold me very fiercely, right? At this moment, you must be in the hot and boring life of high school, thinking day and night about your university dream, right? You have always been a silly child full of fantasies. You always simply think that everything will be good after entering the university, and everything will be there. You think that the university is a wonderful paradise in the legend. I used to think so when I was your age, but now I won’t. The cruel reality has repeatedly proved that the so-called heaven is just nonsense, it is just a mirage-like empty dream of people. The free and loose campus is full of lazy scenes everywhere. When free, everyone is busy in love, shopping, chatting and chatting, however, few people sit in the quiet classroom and review their lessons seriously. I have been influenced by this kind of life and lived every day without any fighting spirit. Speaking of which, you must be disappointed, right? I don’t want to be like this, nor do I want to break your beautiful dream, but it is true, my dear. I know there are several very good friends around you who love each other and never leave each other. I bought a magazine named “Bud”, and you would read each other in turn, over and over again until it was covered with finger prints and the paper was dilapidated; After the evening self-study, some people will volunteer to buy some spicy skewers or fried sesame cakes at the school gate and share them one by one. In fact, they are not very good things, but they both eat happily; Someone’s monthly exam score is not good, if he was too sad to speak, everyone would enlighten him and give him the most intimate comfort and encouragement. You live happily in such a day, thinking frankly that everything should be taken for granted, and that you will be friends who share happiness and sorrow all your life, however, after graduating from high school, everything will be scattered all over the world. A few years after leaving the high school campus, I couldn’t find a friend who could keep my heart to heart any more. Everyone put on the masks of the adult world one by one and said false flattery to each other, which looked like a jubilant scene, in fact, only you know the real loneliness in your heart. Therefore, my dear, you should learn to cherish and cherish your youth together. Such a thoughtful time is only once in your life, I will never come again after the past. Are you still looking forward to your perfect love in the future? I know that you have always believed that there is true love in the world, and that she has always believed that she must be waiting for you in some corner of the world, and that one day you fell in love with each other unexpectedly. I looked forward to someone with joy just like you. A few years later, I fell in love with someone without hesitation, but in the end I was only covered with bruises. I completely handed myself over to another person, lost the sharp edges and corners once, became obedient, obedient and not like myself, but what I finally got was just separation, also just renzouchaliang much transformed of lonely. Now I finally understand that love is not a simple thing, it is not that you can get together if you love each other, it also includes all kinds of factors that you cannot predict, if you don’t go well, you may lose the whole game. So, my dear, I want to tell you that while you are full of confidence in love, you must be mentally prepared. It seems to be a happy and beautiful scene, maybe in the next step, there will be rapids that you cannot surmount. How is your relationship with dad? I know that you are always at war. You hate his arrogant manner, he doesn’t like your big and small child temper; He doesn’t like your novels, music and movies, saying that it is a waste of time, you disdain this and say that he is an antique who will not enjoy life. You can’t really walk into each other’s inner world all the time, and you can’t think about each other at all. You always have to argue with each other if you can’t say a few words, and you won’t stop until your voice is hoarse. I once complained about my father like you and felt sad that he couldn’t understand myself. However, now I have changed this idea. Just a few months ago, in order to earn money and pay my tuition, my 52-year-old father carried a bamboo pole without hesitation and went to the streets and lanes of various cities alone to sell toys, if you don’t want to sleep outside, you should always be careful to guard against the fierce local snakes. Looking at his gray hair and thin figure, my heart felt as uncomfortable as a knife. I suddenly understood my father for a moment, every time he worked hard for me, for his son to live a better life, even if it was a high-spirited reprimand in my opinion, he also pointed out the right direction for me relying on his own experience, fearing that his son would take a detour accidentally. For the first time in my life, I felt that I should love him well. I loved him well while I was still in time. In the boring leisure time, are you still smearing your humble mind and telling all your emotions, happy or sad, to that notebook word by word? While releasing your mood, you must also be thinking about your own literary dream, right? You have always been a stubborn child, always believing that you have a unique talent different from ordinary people, but the sky is not what people want, and the manuscript you promised is empty without exception. After suffering a series of blows, you are still like a frustrated literati with rare talent, looking forward to the appearance of Bole with brilliant eyes. Some time ago, I read the words you wrote at that time carefully. The language was exquisite and beautiful, but finally I couldn’t do what I wanted. I was a little immature and ambitious, but you should also learn to face up to your shortcomings. I recently began Published online article, although there are still many unsatisfactory place, but can see their progress, even 1.1 drop, also has is a very happy thing. I never knew there was such a good place to exchange words on the internet before. In our poor and isolated small city, the Internet was always labeled as unreal and dangerous, wasn’t it? For a long time, we even didn’t know what the computer was. So, should you be happy for me? My dear. The clock in the dormitory shows that it is already 1 o’clock in the morning. I have been talking for more than two hours, don’t you feel bored? I know you won’t. We love each other so much, and how tacit we are. The slightest emotional fluctuation is clear to each other, and we understand each other with sorrow and happiness. Because I am you, the 18-year-old boy who is full of fantasy and wants to become you day and night, and the 22-year-old boy who is becoming more mature and pure. We have been apart for four years. Four years is a long time, which makes me feel strange to you. Those high school years and young feelings are scattered like broken beads, nowadays, I can no longer wear them one by one. But fortunately, I have become more and more excellent, more and more confident, and more and more grow up in the way you expect. Now I can even pat my chest to assure you that I will not let you down. Then, say goodbye, those old days, say goodbye, my dear.

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Rain hope

I always thought that the rain in summer would be very warm and comfortable, but I didn’t think that the rain in this summer would be clear and clean. In the slight wind, there was a little coldness. In the fallen summer, the hot day should have been full of dull and stuffy, but why did people feel cold. Walking beside the road at the center of the street, the cold wind blew his face and invaded his body. The cool rain and the clear coldness made his heart feel unbearable, and he shivered deeply. The rush of traffic passed by one car after another. Who would ever care about the grass buds one by one on the road. Running into the secluded alley, stepping into the warm nest, Lou sat on the back of the chair curled up and knocked his knees. Looking at the small scene outside the window with your head raised high, it was a little beautiful. The Green loofah, the green bamboo, the soft vine and a small flower wrapped in the hanging, the yellow tender and moist, there is gorgeous in the Runzhong, but a little young fruit is hidden in the gorgeous core. The rain column outside the window, thin and soft, was still smacking, smacking, smacking, soft strings floating in the wind, especially like floc flowers.

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival

All of a sudden, it was just half a day in autumn, and the rain was continuous and the feeling was so deep; In the dim light, the window leaned against the car, and tears poured away all the burdens, carrying a backpack, holding an umbrella at will, and wearing sports clothes, walking in the crowd, the way home is always smooth. The late train, the crowded road and the helplessly streetlight extended the time of returning home. Beside the station, my father’s waiting was anxious and uneasy. The autumn wind pierced ahead of time, and arrived early at night, hurting his looking eyes. The coat was wrapped tightly unconsciously, but the bumpy steps hesitated. The trains tightened his heartstrings, wait, his trembling lips comforted him from time to time. The train stood slowly and ran out quickly. The faint figure in the light gradually became clear. It was him! But his searching eyes blurred my eyes, and the hot tears were wiped away quickly by the sentimental autumn wind until I stood in front of him and said with a smile, “I’m back, shy, he smiled like a child. I turned around and said with a smile,” the wind and sand are so strong! That kind of distressed, faintly painful. The warm light came into sight through the window and arrived home. He said excitedly, like a child getting candy. All the words choked my throat. I just followed his bumpy back just like when I was a child. Time makes me grow into a young girl and live skillfully in the city. But in my eyes, the village where I was born and raised is so strange. Seeing that many of my younger sisters were busy doing housework, they were so capable that they suddenly found that they had left home to study and owed them too much. They greeted me hurriedly, I felt like a guest, and a burst of sadness came to my heart. The reunion dinner that night was very salty and sweet. There are no precious mooncakes, no gorgeous houses, even no too many words, but in my heart, there is a pure and unobtrusive love permeated with something called making love, so profound and happy. In my opinion, the most precious thing in life should be the affection between people. No matter family affection, love or friendship, it is cherished because of the pure and regardless of return, we are not afraid of any difficulties and hardships, and we are not afraid of all hypocrisy and narrowness. Because we are supported by the power of love, we are willing to endure all unhappiness for their smiles. This is the value of human beings and this is happiness. This year’s mid-autumn festival is full of emotion and love. I hope that everyone can feel the love around him and then struggle happily. The lamp declines, people laugh, the moon is in the center, the heart is drunk; Sweet Osmanthus fragrance, wearing dreams, happy fruit, Qin Heaven and Earth

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Flying Fireflies, a country dream

[Introduction] once upon a time, those grasses grow and warblers fly, fish play shrimp Pian, those green mountains and rivers, the Milky Way bright, those summer night fireflies, frogs everywhere, and the ancient ancestral temple, the rivers around the village and the dense folk customs seemed to disappear overnight. Who quietly opened the curtain of the night, covering a piece of blue shyness, causing my little lovesickness. Light a bright and dark lantern, stealthily run the boat, drifting in the dark expanse. Firefly, this elf from the grass, lit my soft hometown dream with its little light. Tonight, the moon is as bright as water. I walk quietly by the pond. The night breeze gently blows my ears. The field in the daytime is exhausted and cleared away. At this time, there were three to five fireflies flying in front of my eyes, which surprised me very much. I couldn’t help thinking of the grass and path illuminated by fireflies, the open-air movies at that time, my parents’ flashlight and the shouts calling my children home, but they were younger than me at that time. At that moment, I felt the beauty and sadness without any name. When I was still in primary school, in order to encourage us to study hard, the teacher often told us some stories of hanging beams and stinging stocks, digging walls and stealing light, among which What impressed me most was the story of chariots and fireflies, I admire the lingering charm of Shanxi people who are eager to learn and think, which also gives me a special favorable impression on fireflies. When I was in junior high school, I learned Du Mu’s “Autumn eve”. The silver candle and autumn light painted the screen coldly, and the small fan of light Luo flew on the fireflies. Heaven order the night is as cool as water, lie down and watch the morning glory. The teacher said that this was the most beautiful poem he had ever seen to write summer nights. Silver candle autumn light, the picture screen is cold, lonely maid, with fireflies to dispel the loneliness inside, dark night, cool and refreshing like water, looking at the Morning Glory, Weaving Maid, looking across the river, feeling lonely years, full of heart, it also touched her yearning for sincere love. This beautiful and lovely Firefly also stimulated my strong interest in literature and made me have a wonderful Association. However, in “Liaozhai”, those beautiful, innocent, charming and lovely fox spirits mostly appear among the wild forests and graves with flying fireflies and shining clear light, however, most of them would meet a rich and handsome affectionate Childe, who fell in love at first sight and grew old together, presenting beautiful and moving love. The beautiful fireflies inspired the magical and romantic imagination of literati, and left many excellent poems that were pleasing to the descendants. Every summer and autumn, water and grass, beautiful Fireflies shining, become our good companion. As night fell, the bright moonlight filled the earth like the pouring clear stream. Fireflies flew out of reed ponds, rice fields and grass gently one by one. The clear light flickered and fluttering, just like the stars in the blue sky, which made me fascinated and thought. Naughty fireflies are always so considerate. They are teasing our lovely children! They sparkled and played in groups before our eyes, stirring us up for a while, then waving cattail fans to catch them, but they flew away soon, waiting for us to take a breath, they flew again, which was really interesting. Sometimes, I put the caught Firefly in a white bottle and put it on the head of the bed, staring at it. The white flowing light in front of my eyes made me have a sweet dream, which was really very comfortable. I soon fell asleep, as if traveling in the wonderful fairy tale kingdom. I still clearly remember the scene when I went to the neighboring village with my partner to watch the TV series “Legend of the Condor Heroes”. At that time, there was only a 14-inch black and white TV set in the whole village. Every dusk, the grass was laid in the wild and, at sunset, the pastoral songs began, and the best moments in the village began. The whole village gathered together to watch Huo Yuanjia and Shanghai Beach. At that time, all the small partners in the village were learning trickly boxing, as soon as I had free time, I worked hard and practiced in the empty field at home. I was also obsessed with the beauty and purity of Zhao Yazhi. The broadcast of “Legend of Condor Heroes” was just in junior high school, and I learned from a senior classmate, the TV of his family is playing “Legend of the Condor Hero”, which is played by Hefei TV. It is wonderful! However, the TV in the village only received one channel from Anhui TV station, which disappointed me deeply. For this reason, I was unhappy for several days and had dinner that evening, if I was unwilling, I told my parents that I wanted to go to the neighboring village to watch TV. Seeing my heart was unwilling, my parents couldn’t refuse; But the road was too far, and my parents were not at ease, we asked several partners to accompany me. They also had this hobby, so we went out happily. Along the way, we arrived at the neighboring village. The TV series had not started yet. We relaxed our excitement a little. After a while, the exciting theme song began to play. We sat down immediately, staring at the TV with a few pairs of eyes and enjoying the plot quietly. The TV plot of that night can’t be remembered at all, but Mei Chaofeng’s horrible laughter has been deeply impressed in his mind until now, Cannot forget. After watching the TV, we left for our classmates and went home. It was dusk when we came, but it was already late at night. There was no bright moon or stars in the sky, but the boundless Black was smeared, it looked gloomy. From time to time, there came a few cries of wild birds from the field. This sound sounded a bit like the cries of night owl in the deep cold night. We children all shudged a little, A cold sweat rose from the palm of our hand. At this time, a partner mentioned the plot on TV with trepidation, and we began to talk in a low voice to dispel our inner fear. But after walking for a while, I don’t know who talked about it. Mei Chaofeng’s laughter was so scared of people. All of a sudden, we children didn’t talk, but we felt a little strange psychologically. Walking, there was a graveyard in front of us. Our heart suddenly hung in our throat. The night wind was blowing, not very cold, but we all had knots. Just when we were in shock, a strange scene appeared in front of us. Many beautiful fireflies were flying, with silver shining, white and dazzling, beautiful and moving, which also calmed our hearts down a little, the journey back home at night, the lighting for it was unexpectedly the fireflies everywhere, what a beautiful way home! However, on the road ahead at this moment, a flashlight was flashing. It turned out that the anxious parents came to pick us up. Our Hearts felt extremely steadfast. Once upon a time, those grasses grew and warblers flew, Fish played and shrimp played, those green mountains and rivers, the Milky Way and bright stars, those fireflies in summer nights, frogs everywhere, and the ancient ancestral temple, the rivers around the village and the dense folk customs seemed to disappear overnight. From the countryside to the city, everyone’s hometown is falling, and every returned Wanderer becomes a stranger. Really, I have never seen such a beautiful Firefly and experienced such an exciting childhood.

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[Introduction] if you see or don’t see me, I will be there, not sad or happy; If you read or don’t read me, love will be there, whether you come or not; If you love, or don’t love me, love is there, no increase or decrease; You follow, or don’t follow me, my hand is in your hand, never give up. Silent Love, silence and joy

Qixi. Early in the morning, I heard the sound of the rustling rain, which went down unhurriedly without wind or thunder and lightning. Get up, sit in front of the door to embroider, the last stroke of this embroidery. The elegant and noble blue-and-white porcelain has been embroidered, and a blooming plum has been embroidered. Finally, these words are: peace is blessing. In the past, I always thought these words were Vulgar. Such an elegant picture should be matched with a few poems. But any hope can not be compared with the word Ping. Such a gorgeous bloom, the final annotation is just the last few words. Just like the surging heart, the confusion, the final dust settled just these last words: May everything be safe! The pomegranate trees in front of the door are full of green fruits. No matter whether you are willing to operate, or do it unintentionally, everything is developing towards the established direction, impartial and right. Just like this tree in the courtyard, no matter whether someone is enjoying the flowers or not, it is just in full swing. But now the fruit is just poured out, hoping for the rich or light joy of the fruit picker. Everything is plain, and everything is full of profound meaning. Just like this crazy waiting. In the past, the dead mother was our waiting. No matter how far we go, she is standing in our courtyard looking forward to our return. Or painstakingly manage a few mu of thin fields, or carefully raise a few livestock. We will spare no effort to fall in love with one of our intentional or unintentional needs. If you only need one fruit, she will produce one hundred, waiting for you to pick one, choose one. If you can smile, she will forget all the hardships. Wrinkles, white hair, disease, aging, step by step to the end. And all this, just because of this smile, can be ignored! Now, I am also waiting here. Like the pomegranate tree in front of the door, like the old mother! So calm to see the flowers bloom and fall, so peaceful to support the old and carry the young. So hopeful, looking from afar, and so silent! If you see or don’t see me, I will be there, not sad or happy; If you read or don’t read me, love will be there, whether you will come or not; If you love or don’t love me, love is there, no increase or decrease; If you follow, or if you don’t follow me, my hand is in your hand, never give up. Love each other silently, waiting for silence and joy. Family affection, love, friendship.

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