Month: March 2018

To pay tribute to the Red Youth

Face upwards, a cavity blood North indignation a little dry. The thrilling cry, the heart-wrenching moaning, the signal which was still flying in the wind with holes in the holes. All are pale… disappear… sink trace… just like a dream… I miss the days we spent together. Looking back at that year, when I stepped into No. 3 Middle School, I would have detained my brother’s middle school research if it hadn’t been for the treacherous teacher. I may have already laid down a stable and solid country in another world. It is hard to imagine that I will spend three years in such a muddle. “Journey to the North” once recorded that: there were mulberry leaves in the roundabout, and autumn was known. There were numerous mulberries, and there were pavilions in the forest. Chu Du, Lin Fei and tuoban talked in the pavilions, so they were called: three box,. And I, in my school days, was a loyal person]. I miss it very much. When we were in senior high school, we smashed golden flowers, fought against landlords, played chess and fought for military flags. The interest lasted for a long time, and there was no night fight until 12 o’clock in the middle of the night. In the daytime, there is no girl in the class who is sleepy. When the school bell rang, everyone rushed to the canteen to eat like prisoners were released. After lunch, a group of medicines went to play table tennis. Playing techneum was dark and dark. Despite sweat, they were full of energy. In the evening, from time to time, I went out to school all night. I went out to drive some flying cars, make space, chat …… I took a nap when I was tired, and continued to fight after waking up. It’s a little pity that every time I ask for leave from [Zhang mingping], I don’t approve it. The important thing is that I don’t have a glimpse of my character. Although my heart is a little uneven, I can’t show it. Another one is the office director, I am just a civilian student. I always sneak out of the school gate secretly. After a long time, I can also walk out of the side door openly. I still remember that time, I, He Qian, Xiao Bai… several smashed golden flowers in the dormitory. I touched kjin, when I was a single card …… that depressed! Later, I touched a little Shun Jin, ready to win back the RMB. But the administrator who didn’t come too early and didn’t come too late came, and the money didn’t come back. I wrote the first [self-criticism] of my high school life]. However, fortunately, I was not known by my family, otherwise, delamination is indispensable. I miss it very much. We are together in Senior 2. After the burning of fierce inflammation in summer vacation, we became more mature. But once I went to school, all the books in the dormitory were sold by the damned administrator, and the head teacher also changed. Even the position was occupied. Things were a little flustered, but it didn’t beat me. I found a table in the back and listened to the [no-word Heavenly Book] for nearly a month]. In the world, there is no more miserable thing than meeting HMP like Feng Guolin. When it was time for class, he blew the shell and dragged the class after class. He often came after half a class, laile left the paper at home to do, and always took the paper in the last dozens of seconds, which seriously affected: My brother sprinted for a hundred meters and his love for life. His grandmother always moved out of his family and boasted himself. There were his old man’s comrade-in-arms flying on the grass, his mother treating incurable diseases, what a bullshit officer did his classmate take …… how good the level 07 he brought was, damn it, why didn’t he go with level 07? He could carry 400 kilos and run a thousand steps ladder, it’s a talent to be great; I also learned [one finger Yang finger]], Lao Zi also [two-finger Zen], [three points return to vitality]. Damn it, when things happen, they run faster than rabbits. If it is related to the interests and face of his turtle, he will be mad at sow and bite when he sees others. It is a pity that our 46 heroes [bus books] have not been effective. The vigorous uprising of the masses was also suppressed by the dark forces. No, we are not determined. We only blame the reactionary forces for being too stubborn and backed by tough backgrounds. I miss it very much. We are together in senior 3. After the running-in of time, Feng Guolin began to be arrogant again after seeing our uprising Indignants gradually moving towards compromise one by one. He always put out his pet phrase that you grew up by eating to death, you have the final say, or I have the final say, don’t study, just go back …… he regards himself as brother Pi, actually I don’t know, zhang Kun poke himself. I hate that I immediately become [Otoman], fly up and step him into meat pie; Then, throw him into a frying pan and fry it; Tear it into pieces by hand and cut it into pieces, give it to hundreds of millions of people …… eat their meat, drink their blood and whip their bones. I still remember our last party that day. In the skating rink, I fell down and got up… then fell down… then got up… sweat soaked my clothes. The feeling of pain is not important any more. It only makes us realize more clearly: our existence …… that night, we drank a toast to wine without thinking much or saying anything. [I ate five bottles, barely knew the way, walked at night, and couldn’t help it]. Then, I couldn’t resist the temptation of Zhang Peng. Seeing him spit, I resonated, the undigested food was given back to the restaurant with wine and meat. I am in trouble with the cleaner, and I still think of it, I am I deeply blame myself! Walking to the end of the bridge, blowing cool breeze, we talked loudly all the way, talking about the past, the future, life, the ancients, the present …… once confused, rebellious, sad, lonely, helpless, desperate, sinking! Walking all the way, looking back is just like before. At the sunset, one person, one shadow, One Road, one dead tree, go back to the tomb alone!

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Rainy Night Yusi

Tonight, the light rain is slim and gentle. I am that kind of arrogant and unruly man at home, he didn’t listen to his wife’s dissuade, and insisted to go to Binjiang Road alone in the rainy night, overlooking the shining farm lights on the other side of the river. People have two periods of time that belong to themselves. After coming out of the womb that gave birth to life, they enter their infancy and grow up under the care of their parents. They are carefree because all the ups and downs in the world are blocked by their parents. There is also a big stage where you can leave the sound of gongs and drums, sing the drum together, perform joys and sorrows, and enjoy the performance at the end of life, return to the peace of life, listen to the pastoral songs, and enjoy the infinite autumn scenery. The dim night is a kind of beauty, especially the rainy night, how can I let it go? I was holding an umbrella and walking in the world dripping with water. The shadow cast by the street lamp pole was a little turbid. The tall building which was in full swing to decorate its appearance gave me an inexplicable sense of depression, but I still had to go forward against the rain. Sometimes I think, why do I have to walk here every day? I suddenly felt that my image was just like the man holding the oiled paper umbrella in the rain Lane of Dai Wangshu, but what he was waiting for was a girl with sorrow like clove, like flowers and Jade; while I am walking on this road, I just look for a quiet and leisure room for myself with a hope, which can place my spiritual world. It is said that life has no definite number. Looking back, it is the end of the world, but I always feel that life has definite number. When I left in 1911, I was still in the Crossroads. After entering the city, dashanping, which was crowed by chickens and dogs, lived in a big courtyard at Chengxi entrance, where I spent my childhood, till now, there are still scars left on the butt after being smashed by the cruel mother with bamboo strips because she sneaked to the Yangtze river to swim. After going through a long nail on the road of life, I moved back to this concrete multi-storey building built on the former site of the compound which was torn down into dilapidated fences. When I was a child, chengxikou was a vegetable market. As soon as the sky was bright, vegetable farmers in all directions would use their own vegetables and fruits on carts or bamboo baskets to play on both sides of the street, from morning till night, that kind of noise had never stopped, and only at night did everything calm down, except the occasional sound of shocking wood from storytellers in the Teahouse, the sound of gongs and drums from the Sichuan Opera yard across the door and the unique sound of shouting and accompaniment. However, what is wrapped in the night today is no longer a scene with a faint ancient charm in the early 1950 s. On this side of the street is a clear eight-storey building, the opposite teahouses and theaters have become elevator apartments higher than the mountain opposite the Yangtze River. The pace of modernization has stepped over the old Chengxi estuary with the characteristics of the era of small-scale peasant economy, but the thinking mode of the old generation still stubbornly stops when they are interdependent and neighbors help each other. The loss of the green concrete forest made people hear each other, old and dead, worshiping money and indifference everywhere, which made us more and more unaccustomed. Rain is always attached to trees, thinking that attaching to them will turn into new life; Pedestrians at night always expect the lights in front of them, which may be the end of the journey.

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Is a year Tanabata Festival

[Introduction] The legend of Cowherd and weaving maid is naturally a romantic and faithful love story. It has been spread for thousands of years, is it because people can’t pursue it for thousands of years? What is love? For young people, I think there must be many wonderful answers.

When I went shopping in a hurry, the discount offered by the counter was 7.7. I was very curious and asked why. The teller said sweetly, because it is Chinese Valentine’s Day! For me, who is not a festival, there are too many festivals now. No matter it is local or parked, it will always come back and forth like a tide in a year. I don’t know whether it is necessary to check the lack of human feelings in such a lively world, or to give a reason for the gathering of emotions nowhere to be placed. In short, during festivals, shopping malls will be very lively, with happy people and lonely people. What about the long way home? Catching up with this year’s Tanabata Festival, I felt a kind of warmth in my heart like a flower blooming slowly. I bought a set of Maybelline makeup for myself. In fact, Qixi Festival is also called Qiqiao festival in the true sense, which can be regarded as the traditional festival of our Han nationality. It is said that it originated from Han Dynasty. If it goes back, it probably started from the Southern and Northern Dynasties. Because the Weaving Maid was a beautiful, smart and ingenious fairy, women in the mortal world begged her for wisdom and skillful skills on this night, and also asked her for a happy marriage. Imagine how many beautiful moods and pure wishes that the brightest star held in such ancient times as the order of parents and the words of matchmakers. I think, if I had a previous life, I must be the woman who lived in a dream with a roll of Su Shi’s “Water Melody. The legend of Cowherd and weaving maid is naturally a romantic and faithful love story. It has been spread for thousands of years, is it because people can’t pursue it for thousands of years? What is love? For young people, I think there must be many wonderful answers. And most of my friends around me are very hesitant. I don’t know whether the reality of life kills love or the reality of love can’t stand the death of life. Or, love, which turns out to be a too beautiful illusion, only exists in the ethereal air, making us look up and stare at it from time to time. I still like the book published by Hao Long in July 7: Liu Yiqing’s book “shi shuo Xin Yu” volume 25 said that everyone published the book on July 7, only Hao Long ran to the bottom of the sun and lay down. People asked him why, he answered: I carved is. And Ruan Xian’s clothes drying: on July 7, when his neighbor was drying clothes, he saw all the silks and satins on the shelf, which were dazzling. However, Ruan Xian unhurriedly picked up a shabby dress with a bamboo pole. Someone asked him what he was doing. He said, “If you can’t avoid the custom, talk about fuler! In today’s bustling world where singing and dancing are flourishing, I stick to a piece of food and a cup of drink. In my shabby alley, let me say seriously: If you can’t avoid the custom, talk about fuler! You, don’t laugh!

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Love in between heaven and earth

I just feel the impetuous hesitation and helplessness in my heart. There is always a vague shadow in my mind. I don’t know who this person will be. I am afraid of the coming of this feeling. I just feel oppressed in my heart. I can hardly calm down to do what I want to do, except for those two deep sighs, what else can I do? My heart is just very messy, everything makes me fret. Love is so close and so far away. I am not sure about my thoughts. What am I really thinking about? The illusory feelings! I really don’t know where my emotional boat will drift? Where is the return date of my heart? In fact, I need someone to care for my fragile feelings. In the quiet midnight, that lingering song often aroused the softest emotion in my heart. Women, in fact, need to find a reliable shoulder anyway. In the journey of life, men are destined to be big trees, while women are destined to be grass. As for the so-called strong woman, who knows how many sorrowful and sorrowful emotional matters behind her? In the immature season, I didn’t dare to say love. I just escaped from the distance, avoiding the gentle and affectionate eyes projected. My heart was just waiting, waiting, my dry heart, longing for the spring of life, emotion is changeable water, but for me, what is that? I hardly have my own thoughts, I don’t know what to do. Besides being busy with three meals a day, I don’t know what deeper meaning life has. My mind is like the withered tree, the slanting branches, longing for the coming of rain, dew and rain. I often feel tired. I don’t know which person to choose is more suitable to be my life partner. I am fragile and needs someone to take care of it. I hope someone can hold up an umbrella to cover the wind and rain sky for me! I hope someone can give me gentle care when I am suffering, sad and frustrated! In fact, I don’t know myself. If I don’t know myself, how can I find the other half who is really myself! I want to express my feelings. Deep in my heart, at that time, I will become a happy bird, shouting happily. In the clear sky, I feel the beauty of life, alive significance. I want to sing and let myself forget the former me in the song. Who is my most real waiting? With whom will it be an immortal legend? Fate, fate, after thousands of years of practice, after thousands of times of hammer, it should be reliable! Is it true that people say that fate comes and goes like water? Looking up out of the window, the weather was very clear, the sun was warm, and there were no white clouds floating in the tile blue sky. And my mood, this annoying mood! Melancholy and boredom just came unconsciously. It invaded my heart for no reason! It makes me feel weak and boring! When I went to the office, what I saw was the bright yellow chrysanthemum, which was put on my desk by the students. I know that students love me and their hearts are pure. There are so many students who love me. I shouldn’t be depressed any more. My heart should be higher and further. Because, I know, there is a kind of love between heaven and earth.

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

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Sick time

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In autumn on thinking

These days, the brain seems to be infected with virus, and the brain is dull and numb day by day. Keeping a pile of newspapers, I couldn’t read it and felt inexplicably nervous. I couldn’t write anything when writing. I had no choice but to give up and rush a cup of instant coffee with Korean flavor. The coffee was fragrant and adjusted. However, I couldn’t have a lunch break after drinking, and I forgot that I couldn’t sleep all night even though my nerves were already weak. Listening to music is also good. Turning on the computer and listening to Liszt’s piano Rhapsody, the King of piano, still could not relieve the nervous tension of the brain. Is it because of the phobia before school? The two months of holiday are too indulgent in my impression. Maybe it is because of the pressure and tension on the future work? No, I am always calm and self-righteous when doing things. I never do things that I am not sure about, so I have already managed to do them. There is no need to be nervous about work. I am already familiar with it. Maybe I have been impatient in autumn these days. I have caught a hot cold and a cold? Or the gastrointestinal discomfort of staying in front of the computer all day long? There is no answer to everything, maybe I am sick! If you are ill, you can’t help it. If you should be ill, just be ill. No one can escape from the natural law of birth, aging, illness and death. A sentimental neurotic woman like me is sick even if she is not sick, so she has to let her mind think wildly and graffiti arbitrarily. With these words, an unworthy diary. Headache can’t stop my pursuit of beauty. I put on a floral dress, a white coat, and sit in front of the desk with dressing up. Others cannot understand my love for words. What flows out of my mind is still the yearning and pursuit for a better life. I want to write about Qingdao, a beautiful city and a famous city of film and television. Since its establishment in 1891, Qingdao has always been well-known for its great wealth and outstanding people. What is particularly striking is that the performing arts activities in Qingdao have been very active. A large number of excellent performing talents are constantly emerging, and many art masters and masters have come to Qingdao. For example, Ma Sanli, Hou Baolin, Luo Yusheng and other art masters in the field of folk art, Zhao Dan, Cui Wei and other art masters in the film industry, nowadays, Qingdao, with red bricks and green tiles, blue sea and blue sky, has obviously become one of, walking on the streets of island city, you will often see the crew at work. According to rough statistics, there are more than 100 movies and TV plays shot in youth every year, the number of outstanding actors in the film and television industry in Qingdao is not so good. In view of this, Qingdao now has the reputation of the City of Film and Television. In the summer of 2001, my husband and I both resigned and went to Qingdao, Rizhao and Huangdao for investigation, our young figures were left in the beautiful Trestle Bridge, May 4th Square and district government. The jubilant spray, cool and humid air and clean environment all made us decide to settle down in the seaside city and never go back to that seriously polluted city, so when we went back home, we took a ferry to the West together, so we came to the West Coast. This was the paradise my husband told me. In October of that year, Lao made public a van to pull all his belongings, carrying me and my two-year-old son. He was so bold and fearless that he didn’t know how to worry when he was young, leave our homeland without hesitation. With the dream of going to the sea for gold and the longing for a new life, our family moved to the west coast and stayed with the sea from then on. Now our work and career are developing well. Looking back on the past years, we have been connected with this city by blood and deeply integrated into this seaside city. We decided to buy a house in the development zone at that time, I didn’t fall in love with the West Coast very much, because there were no familiar relatives and friends here. I had been alone for many years and often missed home. The hardship and hardship of life made me not in the mood to enjoy the beauty and prosperity of the West Coast. I bought a house and settled down. Gradually, I fell in love with it. I fell in love with driving to the sea, picking crabs in the cracks of the sea, picking colorful starfish on the shore, digging clams in shallow water, picking kelp, Laver and shells by the sea, I accompanied my husband to fish at the seaside. I fell in love with the colorful swimming people at the seaside. I fell in love with catching the tide and taking a bath at the seaside. I loved watching the seagulls low on the sea and looking for food on the beach, I fell in love with eating all kinds of seafood and drinking Tsingtao beer. I fell in love with the humanistic culture of all the civilizations here. Now, the opening of the blue-yellow undersea tunnel makes Qingdao and Huangdao connected as a whole, adjacent to each other, only one step away. There are also many opportunities for close contact with Qingdao. Qingdao contains too many dreams of people. Let dreams take off here.

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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

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

Read The Bridges of Madison County

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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…

Starry night sleepless

I want to travel, ride a horse on the endless grassland, let the wind arbitrarily messy hair, regardless of all fetters; I think that must be very happy, because we don’t have to care about all the utilitarian gains and losses, and we don’t have to bear too many responsibilities. Only you and I run willingly; Life itself is hard, and we need to lower our heads in order to survive, cut all our self-esteem and pride. When we stand at a certain height, those spiritual nobility, superiority and lofty feelings are meaningful and can be pasted. All the unforgettable memories in the process and all the compelling ones in the endurance can be rewarded. This kind of sour feeling, very bitter, very astringent, very distressed. In fact, life is also happy. In order to achieve a certain purpose of good or bad, we enjoy it and enjoy it. The reason why plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold has been proved by us one by one. We will not regret the gradually widening of our clothes and make people Haggard for Yixiao! This kind of feeling is willing, willing and single-minded. I like Zhuge Liang in the Three Kingdoms very much, he likes his brilliant talent, admire his resourceful and resourceful, love the worries of his ancestors, and the generosity and confidence from a strategically located but with an empty mind, how many wise men and scholars are lacking, such as Yang Xiu, Xu You, Zhou Yu and LV Meng; I like sister Li Zi’s intelligence and atmosphere very much. A woman is so excellent and knows how to choose or not, how valuable it is to dare to choose. She can control her emotions well and protect herself and her family well, which is very valuable; She also likes Zhao Wen’s boldness, courage to think, dare to do, dare to say, dare to challenge herself, dare to be unconventional for her ideal, this spirit is also what many college students lack. Although many of her practices are very bad, her spirit is very strong; Xu Song, the little weird music rhythm satisfies our little rebellious heart, the independent way of music shaping let us see his firmness and confidence in maintaining his inner voice, and the beautiful and beautiful lyrics make us feel very warm and sympathetic. When my heart gets tired, I put myself aside temporarily; When my body gets tired, I stop working a lot; I like to make friends with people who can understand each other, because that is the reason for communication; I like to write something quietly, because I want to have something that really belongs to me; On a summer night, it is so quiet, so quiet, and my mood is gradually calm!

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…

Time Ferry, love is separated into a stranger

Waiting for the bridge to guard the loneliness, the floating light shines on the way back. Time flies silently, love breaks up into a stranger. Write in front

Facing the wind, standing at the bridge head before dawn, watching love drifting towards the distance gradually with paddles. It turns out that love is Strangers in the silent ferry of time. The monsoon which couldn’t distinguish the direction constantly blew into my eyes, looking at the light before dawn. There was a layer of thin fog in my eyes, which was a little unclear. The past is like having a dream, a pain left in the wake of a dream, and time has been wandering on the edge of the dream, so helpless that I am ready to move, but I can’t be indifferent. This bridge carved into missing by time once wrote down the process of our feelings. We used to think that we could watch the scenery along the way, the last second we came to the end together, and then we recalled the footprints we had traveled all the way, the scenery we had seen all the way, and the sounds we had listened to all the way, I thought happiness could be so easy. Only through real experience can we know that those are just what we call fantasies, and happiness is not easy. We chased and ran all the way. At first, we plucked up our courage, but at last we only had hopeless hysteria. Therefore, I didn’t mention the memory of love, just want to hide it in my heart until I grow old. In the hot and dry season, even the memory becomes unstable. The tranquil Bridge is beating with the unforgettable old scene. I still remember how many dawn I waited here together, how many moods I told the stars together, and how many winnings I hugged and waited for the cold wind to go through the mirror. It’s just what I remember. The other party may have forgotten everything. Sometimes I really hate myself. Why is the things I have experienced always so clear, like a brand, deeply branded in my heart, but I didn’t feel pain at first, when I recalled it, I realized that it was a kind of heart-wrenching pain, and even tears would pour out unconsciously. I don’t know how much time a person can spend waiting for a period of past content, I don’t know how much space a heart can have to load a period of changed feelings, I don’t know how many moments a tear can peel off the pain of the past. I only know all the things of the past and the heavy things in my dreams are relentlessly eroding the cracks of heartbreak, and the face of years is destroyed into loss. Tears jumped into the river along the bridge head, and flowers just like wounds burst out in a flash. In the river of time, we are all ferrymen of love. The two maintain the balance of ships. When one of them chooses to let go cruelly one day, then the relationship will lose balance, finally, I could only watch the long-guarded emotion capsized in the river and helplessly watched it drowned. I tried to reach out to save it ashore, but finally I returned to nothing. Later I realized that when one person resolutely wanted to abandon, the other one would eventually be exhausted even if he had more strength. Some people say: time is the poison of love, which constantly erodes the castle built by emotion. In the end, there is only a pile of ruins roaring in time. And all the things we paid before were buried in the ruins until one day, they were forgotten in a certain corner of the world. Who has given, who has loved each other, only know each other, but these have been irrelevant, in the end of the second to draw a prison. Standing at the end of the bridge, but could not see the end of the other side, there were too many unwilling to pull myself unwilling to go back in my heart, so I watched the glitter scene shaking in front of my eyes, waiting alone. In fact, it is not the time that doesn’t let me go, nor the time that doesn’t let me go, but the melody of memory has not been played to the end. On the bridge of missing, I continued to wait, waiting for this strange road with love gone.

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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…

Can? Not?

You can’t wait until you are hungry to think of eating; You can’t wait until you have no money to think of making money; You can do a lot of things when you are full, even if you do nothing, you can still fall asleep; if you have money in your pocket, you can have a lot of good things in your heart, even if you have nothing, you can still have a little lack of security; You can’t wait until you are busy to be sentimental about leisure and leisure; you can’t wait until you are tired to expect a moment of peace; Busy all day long can obliterate a lot of time of thinking, but can’t fill the emptiness in your heart; Tired body can ignore any details of emotions, but it can not cover the lack of thoughts; When recalling, I would rather choose to have my mouth slightly tilted than to have tears on my face; When I am sad, I would rather stand high and look at the familiar sea than sit in the dark corner and cry alone; I can’t ignore the brilliance of tomorrow because of today’s haze; I can’t even dance to welcome today’s Rainbow, and ignore the possibility of a downpour tomorrow; I can let you walk into my world, but you can’t walk around in my world, either stand or sit down; You can let me wait for you unconditionally, but you can’t let me wait for you without time limit, either PAST or OUT; I can let you Go and fly freely, but you can’t think that it is a good time to indulge yourself, either stop or get away; You can let me accompany you to the ends of the world,, you can’t ask me to walk, either to take a taxi or to fly; I can treat anyone very kindly. You can’t think that is cowardice, and even the kind person has a fierce side; I can face any problem bravely. You can’t think that it is strong. No matter how strong you are, you have to rely on it; You can choose to love me or not;, you can’t let me choose whether to love you or not; Some things that can be missed will never be allowed; Some things that can’t be done have been done, it is no longer impossible; People who can be friends may become lovers one day; But people who can be lovers can no longer be friends; OK? Not? Most of the time, we are constantly imagining, while time is constantly forcing us to make decisions. Until we can see through and understand, there are a lot of things that can’t be seen, and they can be clearly presented in front of us and deposited in the atrium. Yes, yes, no, of course, no!

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…

Goes away

Far away, hazy and beautiful, far away. The distant place used to be the romance and freedom of Li Bai’s wandering around the world. The distant place used to be Su Shi’s bold and unrestrained people who went to the east of the country to go through the waves. The distant place used to be the sorrow and sorrow of Li Yu and Li Qing. Mysterious distance, yearning distance, I have painted a lot of beauty for it. Now I have abandoned a trace of melancholy, left a trace of missing, carried the heavy nostalgia and went far away to find my own world. I traveled far away with my bag on my back. I once walked across the country, leaving my deep or shallow footprints and my warmth. I traveled far away with my traveling bag on my back, and the Camel Bell played the original lonely soul with soft rhythm. I traveled to the deep desert of a foreign country, looking for the dream in the wind and sand far away. How many unfinished love and unanswered calls do I have in my life? How many Mountains can’t be approached in my life, and how many running water can’t be involved in? I traveled through reality, vicissitudes and fleeting years in the distance. I know that the roads in the distance are bumpy, with high mountains with cliffs and steep walls, Sea with menacing waves and reefs, desert with strong wind and sand, forest with thorns and beasts. Even though there are many difficulties like this, I still yearn for the distance and am full of longing for the distance. I look forward to the distance, because I want to make my life more colorful. I went far away, because I am man wanted to make his life more glorious. I walked on the road far away, with dreams in my eyes. No matter walking alone or walking with others, I would make every footprint solid and powerful. My heart is far away, and my life seems to be more magnanimous. The precipitousness of Huashan Mountain, the great shore of Huangshan Mountain, the magnificence of Yangtze River, the magnificence of Yellow River and the vastness of motherland can purify the noise of the world, give people a broad mind and make people quiet and distant. My heart is far away, and my heart seems to have a super pull. The vast Pacific Ocean, the legend of Malacca Strait, the magic of Thai Buddhism, the colorful exotic scenery in Singapore can resolve the disputes in the world, give people free and easy feelings, and make people pure and elegant. Life is too short and the road is long. I walked far away from youth to middle age, from middle age to old age, from morning glow to sunset. When I am no longer young, when I have walked far away, when the luggage on my back is full of memories. I still know that life is not romantic, and the distance is still far away……

Road in the distance, I still trials and hardships, the Road is far away, I am still In a distant country where, ideally forever. in a distant country, ideals will last forever. Wan Si faint valley, all the feelings of deep, like a faint valley, put all the deep feelings, And my dream, my dream And my dream, my dream …… Are still flying in the green distance, still flying in the verdant distance, Years without fear of floating. Fearless years of floating.

Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…

Moment moved

In the early morning, I looked up at the sky. The Bright Sword in the Sky tried hard to put its golden coat on the mountain top, and the dawn of the morning fog swirled in the children’s bright sound of books. When the ancient trees and flowers of the campus were in harmony, I walked from a distance and looked at those familiar faces in the class. Their cheerful faces were stretching their folded smiles, the soft spring breeze sucked the fragrance of flowers and plants in laughter, closely following my fast pace to the back of the classroom. At the door of the classroom, the monitor of my class and several of his classmates stood in front of me. Their floating laughter made me addicted, which was exactly laughter for me, still laughing, I was at a loss. I just left my sight at the monitor’s fingertips and followed his direction to enter the Environmental Protection box placed at the door. I have a look, oh my God! It turned out to be my familiar book bag inside. I turned back and asked the monitor in surprise who did the good thing! I was so angry that I suddenly thought about the person who was going to catch something. I was only thinking about the quality and behavior of these children! However, I still suppressed my irritation with a calm mind, and walked into the classroom with the monitor and this group of children. As soon as I entered the door, the Monitor pointed at the gray bag on the lecture table and asked me. He said: teacher Tao, how about this bag? I said: just like the color and style of my bag, it is very new and clean, nice! The only difference is that my bag has some chalk ash and ink marks on it because it has been used for too long! He went on to say: this is prepared for you by the students in the class, so after quietly changing it for you, he threw your bag into the environmental protection box! Do you blame him! I didn’t have time to answer. At the moment I recovered, I saw my spare teaching plan book and other teaching materials lying quietly in it, and the idea of catching the maker in my heart stopped suddenly, at this time, what appeared most in front of my eyes was the friendly smiles of children. I appreciated the excellent qualities of these children from the bottom of my heart! The momentary touching gave me endless comfort and endless thinking recalling the old bag I used to pack books and teaching materials, which had been discussed by students in my class several days ago, they kept asking me to clean. Because of my busy schedule and my carelessness on trivial matters, my students unexpectedly gave me a first cut and then do it, I just give praise silently! The bag was provided for the shoppers to pack trousers in the supermarket. Because I am lived on the street for a long time and walked about ten minutes from the school, he ran and finished classes every day, in addition, there is no fixed office in the school, and there is no place to store materials. These practical difficulties are difficult for us teachers who live outside and run back and forth, so we use them to pick up books and attend classes conveniently. Because our school is located in villages and towns, most of the teachers’ living habits are between urban and rural areas, and there are always many habits of doing as the Romans do. Take your books for example, if you are like a teacher in the city who uses a wallet or a leather bag to read books, it seems too formal and not easy-going, and it seems that you can’t get along with most people; If you don’t use it, you only need to hold books empty-handed for class, because the road is too far and there are many books, it seems difficult to do this! Therefore, most teachers chose the casual shopping bag, and I was no exception. So I used the shopping bag to carry books for class and used it for several Spring and Autumn Periods. The bag I used passed a semester in a flash, and this semester is still going on. Because I was a little busy at the beginning of school and my carelessness, I usually didn’t pay much attention to details and didn’t take care of them. One day, the students in my class suggested me to clean the bag with a smile. I always told them to study hard and ignore these trivial matters. In addition, although my bag is not good-looking and has ink marks, it doesn’t matter and doesn’t matter! Although the bag is ugly, it contains books, culture, spiritual nourishment and gold! I also told the students that we can’t just look at the appearance when we are dealing with things. Sometimes the appearance will always confuse people’s eyes and deceive ourselves. What is contained in a good appearance is not necessarily good. It is the so-called gold and jade, and it is defeated. While some people are not so good in appearance, just so-so, but they are very talented, which is called reality. Just like the bag I used, the students laughed at the uproar. Some acquiesced and some Affirmed. I also laughed at this! Now, facing the behaviors of these children in the class, I don’t blame them for changing bags silently without my permission! On the contrary, I was moved. I was very pleased. Looking at the sunny quality of the children, I reflected on my original thought that it might be a mistake to clean the bag without care, because we need to fully guide our students to grow up healthily! Let me look around the green mountains and think about the wonderful life of children! I bathe in the sun and sing in the spring breeze! I really reviewed myself for not being able to clean the bag in time in the past, and I was moved by my understanding at the moment when the children quietly changed a new bag for me 1587

Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…