Month: September 2019

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It seems that there is no spring in Shijiazhuang, which has been mentioned by many people. From winter to summer, there is not even a little psychological preparation transition. It is always fast, cold and hot. Time is always chasing away. I haven’t turned back yet and find that I have taken you long ago. No matter where you are, there is no sign of stopping. I had already packed up all the winter clothes, thinking about using that big suitcase to move home in a vacation, and by the way, leaving that big suitcase at home. I always hated the big suitcase, especially those with drawbars, but the weather that goes against their wishes always makes the plan go back and forth. It is better to observe changes than to plan. Life is always ironic. When she was still counting the number of days of school, and refreshed the web page which was almost broken with boredom every day, Da Mao said that she could only spend her lunar January 15 on the plane. I said it’s a pity that you can’t see the fireworks this year. She smiled and said that as soon as I went back, I would watch flywheel sea and keep watching, so that I would not watch any fireworks. In this way, Da Mao got on the plane back to Fuzhou again. If everything was as usual, he should spend the night of lunar January 15 in downtown Fuzhou, this made me always doubt whether the braised noodles made by her father would appear like corpse change when brought back to the dormitory. As usual, I didn’t get up on the morning of lunar January 15, although I agreed to take my younger sister to go shopping, crowded with people, and bought her favorite little things. After my younger sister went away with her ears pinching and nose pinching, she wrapped the quilt over her head again, avoiding the bustle outside the window. Naturally, I missed the match I wanted to watch. Turning on the TV was already the most rubbish picture of the match. The score of the rubbish, the vacancy of the rubbish was three points, and the outer belt was three points. Mom said that she could not stay at home for a few days, so she would go out with your sister to play, making herself feel guilty. Then she said firmly that she would take her to watch the fireworks at night and squeeze into the front row, don’t let anyone block her eyes. The Sky at Night belongs to everyone, and my sister happily counts the empty wishing lights, 1,2,3….. 100… 200, just standing like this, raising his head, sometimes chasing and running, shouting, brother, see how fast the light flies. She was always worried that the soaring fireworks would accidentally light the lovely little lights one by one. In her opinion, the sky seemed to have only one side, and the lights on the surface and the fireworks would pass. Very beautiful fireworks, blooming on the top of the crowd, Suddenly I thought of the big fur on the plane. It seemed that I told her that she couldn’t see the fireworks tonight. I captured a few pieces of sky, some of which were very bright, some of which could hardly see any color, just endless black, my sister pointed at the little red dot in the black which could hardly be seen excitedly and said, “very beautiful wishing lamp. Hehe, it seems to be used to ignoring, who makes the sky very big. The MMS sent a piece of the most beautiful fireworks to Da Mao, and it was estimated that she would see it the first time after getting off the plane. After leaving home, he still went home. Er Hao always liked to call the dormitory home. When he called me and asked me if I had gone home, I always hesitated for a long time, I realized that he had already regarded this small plaid as home, but I was somewhat unaccustomed to it. But now there is not so much hesitation, have you gone home? Well, I’m going home. There are still six people. There are always luxurious six dishes and one soup when we eat together. Lao Qing always likes to order potato chips and Xiao Ying always likes to order a plate of fried pork with cabbage, although I always think that the technical content is not high. Xinyu likes to fill everyone with porridge. Although he will be very full, he is not willing to leave a drop of porridge. I can clearly remember the wrong concept, and be excited. Last time, it was recognized as the most difficult roasted eggplant. Er Hao, omnivorous, too variable, not listed. Gradually, I got used to calling everyone the exclusive title. Er Hao was not called Er Hao at first, but always thought that he was a figure like Er Feng last year. Sometimes he applied his own words, it’s just that my brain will be ripped from time to time. Last year, Niu Niu asked the calligraphy association of the school to ask for a pair of calligraphy with black characters on white background. He wrote a memorial to think about himself and put it on his head, with a majestic look. Very predictable reminder er hao, why does this word look like an elegan, Er Hao Wei smiled slightly, laughing without saying a word. The next night came the bad news of Er Hao as scheduled. After falling twice bravely, he finally fell to death for the third time. It’s not because it’s not slippery, it’s because it fell unprofessionally, or the function of the elegan, I don’t know. Lao Tang said well that a good day without bandits is a good day. For us, is a good day without Er Hao’s sleepiness? Let’s say, as long as we don’t repeat every night, add one or two sentences of normal speed that I can understand. I couldn’t help thinking of Er Hao’s dialogue alone on the first night.? Are you from Shaanxi? I’m from Shaanxi, too. Make friends, hehe hehe… Almost petrified us Leide. Lao Qing said that in the future, I would like to live a good life alone in my university, after he turned his former girlfriend into his former girlfriend. I have always believed what Lao Qing said to a girl. Seven years later, if you are not married, if I am not married, we will be together. It was a pity that after that, I found out that anyone could be the past of whom. It was just the same way, not necessarily the same return. Nowadays, I don’t have to borrow all my money to cross the whole city to see her in English class. I don’t have to spend every night planning how to surprise her on weekends. I just hold books, study and play ball games, silent, life. I will also smile and say, in fact, a person is good, there is no text message, no phone call. I would obviously ask me: You said that the girl in front of me tied a knot with her long hair. What if she couldn’t unfasten it. After thinking for a while, he still said to him that he had to use a lighter. Xinyu no longer buckles up. After having little Yue Yue, I began to forget his last Net name, which seemed to be called flattering Fangqiu, which was not real. I like reading Lao Yao’s microblog very much, which always reveals the warmth of life. I have seen such a paragraph before, scholar: Who is the most handsome actor. Old Yao: Old Ling. Xiucai: What about the second handsome one? Lao Yao: A Korean star. Scholar: why. Lao Yao: because he looks like my Lao Ling. And? Then there was no such thing as that. In the future, there was no more him in her life, and so did he. He lived and walked away separately. Just like Xie Na didn’t wait for Liu Ye, Martha was not the one who wore the ring for Jinru at the Long Island wedding. Variables are also a part of life. Ten years later, I am afraid that the only song I can sing is the one I still remember. Tears streaming down my face seem to be unnecessary. The knocked-over milk tea accidentally soaked the thick lecture notes with high numbers, and every time I turned the book, there would be a faint aroma of sweet potato. I will try to see beautiful clothes on Taobao, play the whole game with scolding, or plan the weekend, although it is nothing more than a double topic of sleeping or playing, but sometimes I still worry about my head. Erhao started skating again. Lao Qing still went to self-study every day. He also planned to visit a university tour in Shijiazhuang. He would kill the three kingdoms very late. The Lightning must have hit Erhao, I must be the most unprofessional one. Make an appointment to record every day. Short talk, short date and accumulated number are still several seasons away from 365. I want to go outing in the most beautiful season, on the warmest night, I went to the street stall Night Market. There were no crowds of people, only beautiful small objects. Besides, I don’t know which day the green train will go and stop at every small town along the way. Maybe tomorrow, maybe there is no tomorrow. Suddenly Guo Caijie’s head was added in his mind, but he didn’t ask why he still kept the lamp on the head of the bed; It seemed that there was nothing else except the extra pillow on his head. Da Mao said that day that the fireworks photo I gave was accidentally deleted by her. Open the photo album, search, click, send, use the button to tell Da Mao to pay attention to receiving, do not delete it accidentally. Look at the mobile phone, fireworks, night sky, freeze.

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Willow, you are a gift from God

Every night, when you fall asleep, do you know? Mom really wants to kiss your face. Your nose moves gently, making a slight snort. That mother will braid you up to the sky every day and stand straight on your head, it is also like falling asleep. Your clean face is more lovely under the soft light. At this time, my mother really wanted to hold you in her arms like when she was a child. The wind comes, I gently cover the thin quilt for you, you push the quilt, I cover it for you again. I stared at you with my kind eyes full of maternal love. My baby! It should be noted that when one day, everything in the world does not belong to your mother, but only you can let your mother care with the painstaking efforts and love of her whole life! You are the continuation of mother’s life, the support of mother’s life, and the only reason for mother to live firmly no matter how difficult the world is. Yang Liu, you are becoming more and more sensible now. I remember when you were young, you always pestered your mother to ask for this and that. If your mother didn’t agree to buy it for you, you cried until your mother compromised. You fall down, but you have to hit your mother with your hands. Sometimes, it hurts to hit your mother’s face, but I am not willing to touch one of your fingers. My mother can’t stay with you because of work, owe you. Later, I took you to school, and you were disobedient, so I had to lock the door back, so that you could not enter the room. You cried bitterly outside the room, and fell to the door with a washbasin, you didn’t stop your hands until the washbasin was smashed and your nose was black and swollen, and you were completely naked. Finally, I couldn’t help opening the door, holding you and crying loudly. How could you know the pain in your mother’s heart at that time when you were young! Because of you, I will be hurt spiritually by your grandmother. Kid, you have grown up, you are five years old, but you are like an adult, Help my mother clean up the housework, wash the pot, and no longer ask my mother for snacks. There are many times when I discuss things for you, you will nod your head and promise, so as not to embarrass your mother. In the morning, mom goes to class. When you wake up, you don’t cry or make noise. Sometimes you put on your own clothes and go to find your mother. There are many things that you can express your understanding of your mother. Mom takes you alone and has to work. Therefore, it makes mom worry-free. Mom should really thank you and thank you for knowing how to stick to others at an early age. Yang Liu, you are becoming smarter now. Mom, I forgot to do my homework! You were almost crying with a painful expression, because the teacher said that you would be punished if you couldn’t finish your homework. I asked hurriedly, “What homework? You should write it quickly, mom writes with you. At this time, you smiled and said, “Mom, the teacher didn’t assign homework, so he lied to you. You are such a ghost girl, and you are still lying to your mother. I can’t help pressing your forehead gently with my finger. Your proud and treacherous appearance makes mom happy even though she knows that she has been cheated. Once, you gave me a question: Xiao Ming’s mother has three children. The eldest son is Da Mao, the second son is Er Mao, and what is the name of the third son? I clearly knew the answer, but said it was San Mao, wrong, wrong, you shouted, what on earth is that, tell mom, Xiaoming, mom. I can’t help laughing at her confident answer. These two days, she kept asking me another question, mom, is Xiao Ming’s partner married? You, a silly girl, even played a joke on dad. Fortunately, Dad was not at home, or you had to give you a lesson. Yang Liu, you are becoming more and more emotional now. This is really like your mother. You have told me several times that you will pick me up after school, be sure to pick me up first, but I have never fulfilled my promise to you. You said to me, Mom, I don’t believe you anymore. You said it was the first time to pick me up, but you always came very late. It seems that there is something wrong with mom’s honesty. In the future, mom will not promise anything any more. If she agrees, she must do it. During this period of time, my mother couldn’t send you to school because of her poor health, so she had to let Aunt Nie, my mother’s colleague, send you. You were very depressed at that time. I heard from the teacher that you sometimes cried at school. When you came home, you always cried, saying that you missed your father. How good it would be if we could be together! I also miss my mother, as soon as I walk to school. During that time, your feelings were particularly fragile. I know that it was because your mother’s illness made your little heart feel a danger. It seemed that your mother was going to leave you, my child, mom can tell you exactly, no, you will always be mom’s baby, my good, we will live together forever. Yang Liu, you are becoming more and more studious now. I originally had an idea that I hoped you could enter the second grade directly after you finished the big class. After I told you, you were very excited. Since then, you have to ask your mother to teach you the knowledge of grade one every day. Mom doesn’t want to put too much pressure on you, but just wants you to have a happy childhood, Therefore, mom will spend 28 yuan to buy you a beautiful red schoolbag, which meets your small requirements and gives you an unspeakable surprise in your heart; when you are in a bad mood, you will be held in your arms and tell a fairy tale or those interesting stories that happened when you were young. I also tell you that every star in the sky is every child on the ground, and you are the brightest little star in the sky. When we grow up one day, we have mastered the knowledge and skills, you can take a spaceship to play with little stars. You listen with a good appetite. I said, how about studying now? You are very happy to get your schoolbag. Now, although you are less than eight years old, you are already a primary school student in grade 3. You have been in a big class for half a year, and you will enter Grade 1 directly in the second half of the year. The teacher said that you are a smart and sensible child, moreover, you are very serious and responsible as the class representative. If someone disobeys in class, you will write down his name and hand it to the teacher. Kid, is this you? A beautiful and smart girl who has rich feelings and loves learning. No, you are a lovely little angel, this is a gift from God. Children, from today on, I will cherish everything you once had. I hope that the words my mother wrote down for you will be the most beautiful rainbow bridge connecting you and me!

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Quiet

Outside the room, the rain was rustling, and the room was empty. I was tired and hid in the bed, feeling the familiar warmth quietly, so quiet. The rain is rolling, and the dream is so sweet. I haven’t felt so quiet for a long time, maybe it’s just that my heart has been noisy for a long time, and I missed the silent rainy days one after another. The small raindrops falling from the window eaves and the cheerful trickle outside were already waiting quietly, but I had never noticed them. Thank you for having such a quiet rainy day. Every time I encounter such a scene, a picture will always appear in my mind: it is also such a rainy day, and my free mother is holding a small blue umbrella, jumping over a hollow water, carrying me to aunt’s house to play. After I arrived, I put down the noisy me and went to the inner room to chat with some three aunts. And I have my own interest: running to the eaves in front of Aunt’s old house, stretching out my little palm to grasp the rain curtains, looking for those clean small spotstones washed by rainwater in the small puddles, then throwing them into another puddle and hitting them with falling raindrops, along with the happy laughter of their mothers in the house, it spread far away in the village in the rustling rain. It was so quiet and so warm, which was the best memory that rainy days gave me. But now, when did the mood roll and make noise? I don’t know, but I think growth must be an indispensable part, from curiosity about everything, a heart of adventure, and a vigorous and dry youth. When will we still be quiet when we are not in the inexplicable carnival, chaos, but inexplicable sad youth? But why are these, or just I think too much. However, I like quietness after all. Although I respond to this unconscious word game, I really want to explore, understand and feel the quietness this word gives me, the world gives me peace. The rain was still rustling, so quiet, I shrank my toes outside

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Snow no-

Last night’s snow, in the silence, whitewashed a white world. That white color makes people reluctant to step on it. But I still took a few steps gently and attentively. A line of deep scars fell on the silent silence of the Earth. At this moment, I think how good it would be if there were footprints in the direction of your departure! The hot sun in early spring, lazy sleepy eyes. She must still recall that sweet dream last night. Otherwise, why pull a piece of floating cloud to cover the shy face?! Looking back, facing the North, raise your feet, open your coat, face the warm and cold winter wind, walk forward. If you haven’t been to the outer space, if you haven’t stepped on the floating clouds, then you have to feel: The North Wind of Level 6 is floating with snow, misty mountains and pavilions in the distance, and blurred the land under the feet close to you. Layer by layer, one by one, flying over your feet. If the past is drifting like floating snow, then my steps against the wind may be more free and easy. There are traces of snow falling, flowers blooming, and my youth leaving, silent as mute, no trace of snow flying. Where do you live in seclusion? As long as you leave the impression of the snow, thousands of water, thousands of rivers and mountains, it will be my journey at hand! In thirty-two years, my fragile youth can stand this gentle bullet!

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Static

The heat of the air and the impatience of the soul are always twins and will come together. But hot weather has one advantage, which can train people’s mind. Calm and cool, I just ran into the study because of this sentence. The study was in the High Attic. Except for opening the window in the south, the other three directions were the slopes of the roof, which were illuminated by the poisonous heat in the afternoon. The inside was stuffy like a steamer, and the heat was like a brick kiln just flameout. The air conditioner has been broken for many days, and it’s better to hang it on the wall. In order to keep a quiet mind, I specially made a pot of osmanthus Tieguanyin. The hot soup of the tea was poured down from the throat, and the slightly sweaty skin suddenly came out with bean-sized water drops, which could not be stopped and fell down. The whole body feels breathable, as if it has been washed inside and outside, very comfortable. Calm down has an advantage, which can make things that are usually ignored stand out, such as the summer cicada singing loudly on the trees beside the road. Of course, Xia Chan is such a small creature, hiding in the green dense leaves, I can’t see them. But they sang excitedly, stopped and started again, sometimes solo, sometimes chorus, mixed with the roaring sound passing by the car, which seemed like a wonderful concert. Although the so-called sound of nature is not so good, if you listen carefully, your heart will not become unreasonably irritable because of the hot weather. The appearance of summer cicada in the city is a novel discovery for me. At the midnight of the day before yesterday, I didn’t know where the sound of frogs came from the depression of the community, which also made me ponder for a long time. Xia Chan and frog singing are my childhood memories, which belong to the memory of rural life. The long-lost voice has actually sounded in the city of reinforced jungle. The city that has been lost for a long time in development seems to have a good return. Cities should make life better. Such a road, after the lost and stumbling pursuit, is now coming out step by step. That night, sitting on the dongyangtai, having nothing to do, he and his wife looked at the dense high buildings in the opposite peaceful mansion. The night sky is quiet, empty and distant, with a full moon hanging silently. The rows of high-rise buildings present the faint outline of ups and downs like mountains. Before these mountains grow out, you can see the lights of the Oriental Pearl more than a dozen miles away from the balcony. Although they blocked the long-term sight after their appearance, but because of the lighting at night, they gave me the imagination of unexpected mountains. Ah! This is really a wonderful imagination. You see, not only does it have the profile of mountains, but also the materials that make up the buildings, such as steel bar, cement, glass, wood, etc, which one does not come from the nature that seems to have been isolated for a long time? Thinking like this, I feel more and more that I am living in the mountain forest and have a close contact with the mountain forest. This kind of imagination can give me deep comfort. After the new discovery of that imagination, now I look at the row of tall buildings. They are no longer tall buildings, but endless mountains! My wife and daughter have returned from traveling in Zhangjiajie and the ancient city of Fenghuang, and I have taken nearly photos, which as usual let me see the scenery different from that of the city during the day. A message from a friend said that he was trapped in the Sichuan-Tibet line, but the magnificent scenery on the way made him find the meaning of walking again. The trip to the mountain forest and historic sites leaving the city is certainly called a beautiful thing in life. It is also a rare beautiful thing to live in the city’s hot study in summer and let the gods wander between the heaven and the earth without thinking. Perhaps, my idea seems a little Ah Q. After all, my heart was calm down. I am delighted to enjoy the effect of this summer resort.

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Surprise

One day I wandered around the website and accidentally searched for the collection of excellent short stories recommended by the author. After clicking, I found that it turned out to be the collection of excellent short stories recommended by the editorial department of red sleeves Tianxiang. I couldn’t help reading it: Editor’s note: during the 12 years of red sleeves, countless outstanding authors emerged. In the past 12 years, the red sleeve has been like a post station passing along the journey, providing a world for Dear authors and readers to rest their hearts; In the past 12 years, the red sleeve has been like a silent and kind mother, watching every dear author and reader grow here or leave. Here, we present the works of some excellent authors in the red sleeves of the past 12 years to everyone, sharing this beautiful mood with gratitude and comfort. Red sleeve editorial department I want to see who’s collected works are recommended by the netizens I am familiar. One by one, familiar names and collected works appeared in front of my eyes. Beyond my surprise, there was a collection of works written by Sun houju in the essay part. I was very surprised. It was an unexpected harvest, but I also felt ashamed of being such an honor. The recommendation of my Collected Works is the affirmation and encouragement given to me by the editorial department of red sleeve for my writing in the past 4 years. I will continue to work hard and make persistent efforts to write more and better works for readers, and never let down the expectations of red sleeve editorial department. Speaking of my entering the red sleeve, it was purely accidental. I am a person who knows nothing about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and I am not interested in cultural and sports activities. My only hobby is that I like reading and literature. When I was in junior high school, I had a whimsical desire to be a litterateur, and when I was in senior high school, I dreamed of becoming a scientist, but the result was totally in vain. In 1992, I retired at home and spent more than 10 years doing nothing. In 2003, I was suddenly depressed and almost killed me. Then I realized how important it was to have a healthy body. So I insisted on walking, learning the road to preserve health, and relying on the theory of traditional Chinese medicine to guide health care. Soon my body gradually recovered to health. I always want to save something when I am old. Powerful? No. Wealth? Not much. Then let the children know about themselves. I didn’t do much in my life. It was ordinary and ordinary, just like a basin of water, but I also fell into a few stones to arouse the microwave. I am a layman, he also has seven emotions and six desires, happiness and sorrow, love and hate. Some things may be nothing in others’ eyes, but they have caused waves for me. Up to now, I still have something fresh in my memory, and I cry when I think of something. Only after several struggles can we achieve today. I wrote “my ordinary life” in rare years, leaving a memorial to my descendants. At the same time, I began to write some essays to appreciate myself. My children advised me not to submit these articles to the website for publication. I was brave enough to send the manuscript to the website of “red sleeves add fragrance”, which was selected by the editor and published on the Internet soon. Moreover, many netizens read and commented on it, this is something I didn’t expect and I am deeply honored. From then on, I fell in love with writing. I kept recalling the past and observing life carefully. Once I had feelings, I recorded them in words. Unconsciously, in the past four years, I have published more than 670 novels, proses, essays and so on in “red sleeves add fragrance”, and more than 380 Diaries, about 150 words. Now, writing has become a part of my life, which makes my retirement life colorful and more meaningful. Every time I sit in front of the computer, tap the keyboard and see a short essay appearing on the screen, I feel refreshed, happy physically and mentally, and a sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously, as if I are living younger and younger. I know very well that I am an old recruit in the literary world with superficial words, but writing brings me joy, so I am happy with it!

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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

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In ji cong in walking

[Introduction] when I first arrived, a kind-hearted person told me, boy, be careful, there are thorns around, and I can see that they are engulfed. Then fazed by it. I thought I was young and strong, working with both hands and walking with both feet, but I didn’t know what to do. In front of my eyes, there was a vast expanse of wild forest, mixed with vines and grass. The beautiful scenery makes people forget about it. Laughing and shouting, going to the forest. Not far away, there was a scream: Oh, no, I got into the thorns, come back. When I looked carefully, it was full of thorns. So I ran out in a hurry, but unexpectedly I wanted to be pulled by the stab bar, letting you rush left and right. I was always worried under my feet, so I couldn’t get rid of it. Prickly rattan, prickly life pain. There is a kind of thorn Vine called Upside Down thorn which is the most powerful. No matter you walk along or upside down, the thorn always keeps chasing you. The purplish red thorn tip gains faster than the knife. The Thorn is solid, and its root is flat and thick. It grows firmly on the thorn Vine and is not easy to break. I walked through the thorns, feeling that I wanted to do something but couldn’t do it. Running made me unable to work, and I was upset and impatient. It was summer when Sweat kept flowing down from forehead, face and back. The red body was stabbed with blood stains, with blood stains all over the body, and the new wounds were constantly bleeding out. We have to go forward, and we can’t stop. The bright sun is baking, the temperature is very high, dense mosquitoes hit, and a bite of it is a purple lump, can you stop? Besides, if you don’t walk out of the jungle, you will be sleepy. Will you go or not? The environment forces you to move forward! Although I looked ahead and stopped step by step, gently pushed the grass away and pulled along the thorn Vine, I still couldn’t escape being entangled, hung and stabbed. Some people say that if you walk into the thorns, whether you are willing or not, whether you are comfortable or not, whether you are satisfied or not, you have to accept the reality, or you have to stand in the jungle with thorns covered in scars; or pick up a machete and cut a road among the thorns. There is no other choice. Is this life? The fatal weakness of human beings is that they often can’t see the thorns around them, indulge in imagination and be blindly optimistic. Liu Zongyuan was a literary giant who worried about the country and the people. He was sincere, but unfortunately he was not good at eyesight. Beside him, there were already many thorns, but he didn’t realize it. Finally, the Thorns became a forest, and he was also in bad luck. He was demoted to Yongzhou at the beginning, and was recalled 10 years later. He was still full of joy on the road. He came to the south and didn’t feel sad for Chu officials. He went back. In order to express the tears of the spring breeze, do not think that the road is open from now on when the waves are wasted. I didn’t want to be denounced after arriving in Beijing and demoted to Liuzhou, which was more desolate. Fortunately, he did not fall down. He struggled to overcome difficulties and cut a road in Liuzhou, and finally fulfilled himself. Not only Liu Zongyuan, Li Bai, Du Fu and Su Dongpo, but also literati from generation to generation encountered the same situation. Maybe there are many disasters among literati. Fortunately, literati all have backbone, and they are able to lift their backs to the dignitaries, which makes me unhappy. Although there were many thorns and the road ahead was blank, the courage and courage of despising everything and being stabbed with blood were incomparable. Thorns finally didn’t have the will to be stronger than others. Although being trapped for a while gave great scars to the body and body, they were full of talent, unyielding pride and profound skill, make all the thorns become flat ground. Walking out of the thorns, there were shining Giants one by one. I walked into the jungle of thorns unconsciously. What should I do to disappear from the thorns? Although being a civilian, he had neither great achievements, nor the force to cut thorns, nor the rushing Wenquan, the reality told me that he could not fall down! When I was very young, my father got sick, and my family fell into extreme poverty. In addition to the three years of natural disasters at that time, I didn’t eat or drink, which greatly hurt my health. After graduating from primary school, I met the great cultural revolution again. I learned nothing and wasted 10 years of youth in vain. Luckily, he was unwilling to be lonely. He tried his best to get a book to read. Later, he went to junior high school in the village for several years, and got older. In 1977, when the ring of fate came, I grasped it tightly, thinking that the future would be open from now on. At the moment I walked into the primary school lecture hall, I had read in my heart one hundred times: to be a teacher of the whole world and to enrich my life. The later change was the pen in hand. After several classes, I used a pen to graffiti when I was free. I didn’t expect to write something, just to pass the time. With the accumulation of tofu block type, it was unexpectedly a little famous in a few years. In this way, the second time the ring was thrown over again, I walked out of the lecture hall. Things in the world are always connected with good things and bad things. Walking out of the lecture hall, the space is larger, the vision is wider, the knowledge is improved faster, but the room for maneuver is small. It is like walking into the big forest from the Asakusa forest. What you can see is the forest, and what you can see is the thorns. From the first day of entering the new environment, there were so many unfair and angry eyes staring at each other, as if to say: you boy, how can you deserve such a place! I remember that at the beginning, the sound of switching the desk drawer in the office was a little heavy, which would also cause a criticism. Some people even complain about an article with one word and one word not suitable. The intention can’t be understood more clearly: Let your boy get back. Fortunately, although I was hurt, I survived. This kind of aftermath is still happening continuously, and some are getting worse. When I first arrived, a kind-hearted person told me, boy, be careful, there are thorns around, and I can see that they are engulfed. Then fazed by it. I thought I was young and strong, working with both hands and walking with both feet, but I didn’t know what to do. It was not until I rushed left and right among the thorns that I couldn’t figure out, and the bloody body was stabbed, which made Fang believe. However, with faith, I didn’t fall down in the thorns! This is result. I continued among the thorns, being careful and full of courage. I believe that as long as you are not trapped, you will be at least a complete person.

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[Introduction] memories, finally can’t stand the grinding of wind and frost, but I can only carve the passing picture into a coffin, and burn the most beautiful prayers you and me once in light years.

Where are you? Carve time. Inscription cyan tile eaves, like scales superimposed, who still remembers those old things buried under tiles. At the foot, it is the sunshine that has been kept for thousands of years, and it is made by thousands of generations alone. In October, there is no place to say hurt. Everyone is a passer and a performer. Hulie’s north wind blew down the defeated flower season, but refused to hold the final memorial ceremony. My lonely voice, in the deep rain Lane, refused for several times, but could not call back the heart of the years. But at this moment, please tell me, where are you, carving time …… the warmth spread by fingertips burns the strength of the past. Wu Peng is accompanied by the tide, and the time is broad. With a slight scent, I fell into the love song of the half world, but I could only piece together the yellow entanglement in my veins. Memories can not stand the grinding of wind and frost at last, but I can only carve the passing pictures into coffins and burn the most beautiful prayers that you and I used to pray in light years. Time flies, smoke is like water, you write a happy image, but I can’t describe it. At this time, I just want to take my pass to ask you, where are you now, carving time …… listen again, the low noise in the recent autumn, and see the ending hug of migratory birds about to leave. You cloud is as tiny as always, only a hundred feet Blue, never ridicule my fragile swaying. I can’t figure out the miracles of Tsinghua in the world. I used to sing and sing for me. I just remember deeply, and remember deeply the slight smile on your lips, which made the green onion enchanting at that time. Time takes away everything in the world of mortals, and your eyebrows and hair are my persistent suffering. Time is broken, and memories are no longer gone. I am still embroidering the future forecast, and where are you standing, carving time… rusty withered branches and leaves, sighing and spitting the prosperity of tomorrow, the street I once walked with you is like a broken pattern in my palm, and I can no longer find the direction of my return. The salty heat flow surged again and again, but finally it couldn’t resist the roaring of missing. The light-year overlapping shadow that I could not retain was the only temple I worshiped in the old days. A song is like a dream, but it is difficult to describe. I picked up all the bright light of light honey, but I couldn’t figure out the appearance of Time Tunnel. I wanted to find your mind, just like the ship stopped and ran aground. The warm air is full of the thin breath of sadness. The songs of childhood are also unable to evoke nostalgia. At this moment, I just want to hold your hands tightly and let me rely on them again, even if only for a moment. Put yourself into the fantastic dream charm one after another, no matter how sharp the brightness of the early sun is, you are reluctant to wake up for a long time, just because your shadow is stored there, so, reality or dream, not important. But at this moment, please tell me where you are, carving time. The sky is gradually dyed with Joan of ink, and I, collecting the life painting pages engraved with you and me, walk to the next intersection of life, continue, carve time……

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The night was silent, the moon was clear, the wind was rustling, and people were Sleepless. The days were running away desperately between the fingers like being washed by the waves, and there was no trace of pedestrians. It has been a long time since I wrote the diary at night, forcing my mind to stop at the center of the night, not thinking, not reading, and all the streamers were frozen at this moment, A stable sleep is the beginning of a high-quality life. However, tonight I couldn’t bear the mood, tossing and turning, sleepless. The autumn wind is bleak, the dust is roaring, and the rustling sound is not only the fallen leaves in autumn, but also the pedestrians in the autumn wind. I don’t know whether the weather is changeable or the mood is changeable, which makes this September a little desolate and desolate. Today’s mood was not very good either. It was covered by gloom. My sister sent a message, asking for the address of her home and sending milk powder back. Suddenly I felt that I hadn’t greeted my family for a long time, and I couldn’t remember when I went home last time. The mark of my hometown had become a memory. Now can clearly remember a is 08 years 5 yue, when the weather just, pink azaleas are in bloom, Wang Yang sea, air fresh, the river is clean, forest silence. The streets and streets with red lights and quiet pedestrians played the whole town so charming, like the night around the stars, quiet and peaceful. An old dog, a hoe, a bent body and a walking back are always printed in my mind. The fingers with thick calluses have become chapped day by day, touching my forehead peacefully, a warm stream of bitterness flowed in my heart. This person was my grandmother. In rare years, it is still tough, and the gray hair hides the trace of time. Sitting in the yard of grandma’s house, basking in the sun and talking about the daily life, the hip-hop was mixed with Rooster cries. The warm wind of the rising sun blew on my face, warming my feelings and washing my soul. The vegetable garden in front of the door was a paradise for me to sow happiness when I was a child. There were colorful melodies in the barren soil, such as frost-red persimmon, slender cucumber, full branches and crumbling plum, when you think about it, saliva becomes saliva. Farewell to the noise of autumn, we will usher in the winter. The heavy snow is splashing with laughter and songs. A spade and a basin will show the immature childhood. I had been away from home for more than ten years, and the memories of that childhood and the innocent soul were all left there. Although I could not carry it around, I could never give up my concerns, such as old houses, old streets, old neighbors, it is printed deep in my memory like the old photos. Every time I went back home, I had to look through the diary, read the alumni records, look at the photos, think about the past and touch a memory. Although the books had turned yellow, the old days were faintly visible. There is also that bike, which was bought by my family in the sixth grade. I haven’t ridden it many times and it has always been my treasure. Now, it has been hung on the beam by my mother, just like the concubines who have been put into the cold Palace, losing their favors forever. When I met my old neighbor when I went out, I could still call out my name clearly and ask about my condition. The cicada’s temples were dyed with Frost and eyebrows were patterned, but his face was still smiling. My childhood friends had already gone their own ways, got married, got married and had children, contacted each other occasionally, greeted each other occasionally, and mentioned childhood occasionally. The ends of the world are now far away, only the hearty laughter still remains in the corner of the years, just like the first sight, ignorance and innocence, happy time, circling in the tunnel of time, reflecting the happy face. Close the diary, close the youth, the gorgeous title page always expresses the most touching chapter, singing, wailing, dotted in the dream-like years, becoming a never faded memory. The place where the dream begins is also the destination of the dream. This afternoon, my friend said that a classmate was about to leave and went on a new journey. He felt disappointed in his heart. Looking back suddenly, the shadow of the dim light had faded away. What was left was only a clear footprint on the title page.

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