Month: December 2019

Until we reached the sea

[Introduction] at this moment, I suddenly realized: in some places, you seem to have been here, but you haven’t stepped on half of the footprints. Because there is no sense of spirit, the physical patronage is just a void. That year, a rain wet my flying wings. With the blue in my dream, I came to a seaside town. I often come to the seaside at sunset and dusk, watching the sunset down the mountain and walking on the soft beach. The waves blow my heart, thinking of Zhang Yusheng’s “sea” walking on the seaside blankly to see the tide coming and going, in vain, I want to remember every spray of the past years, but I never forget it. Walking again, I suddenly felt a sense of abruptness. I stood on a rock which had suffered from wind and frost. My friend sent a text message: look at your feet, be careful to fall into the sea! So I sat down and found there was no one around. I didn’t know how long I had been sitting. The full moon in the sky gradually faded, and finally it was blown away by the wind. The sea in front of us did not bloom in spring, and there was no sunset glow in the sky. The night was getting thicker and thicker. The waves gradually surged, and the spray splashed my eyes constantly. My eyes gradually blurred and it was dark. Hiding on this hopeless shore, I saw the endless loneliness hidden in the sea. I really want to burn a Mirage with a match and let the lonely tsunami sweep me away. The cigarette butts which had not been burnt out drifted into the unfathomable sea. I used to sit in the seaside shop where I was the only one. The most unforgettable one was the mottled wall and the broad leaf vegetation beside the wall, which were mixed with inexplicable old scenes, just like I drink imported coffee, which is bitter, sweet and sticky. The shadow of the sea integrated into my life. Later, the car ran wildly on the bumpy road to Zhanjiang East Island and Yangjiang Hailing Island. The wheels made a deafening noise, which seemed to shake people’s soul out. The carriage was very quiet, people looked different, and everyone held their minds tightly. The smoke and rain outside the window were confused, and there were people walking in a hurry on the road. Rows of light or dark lights came through from the opposite side, making it hard to distinguish whether it was a car lamp or a street lamp. The rain and fog were so thick that I couldn’t see the sky. I always felt that the galloping bus seemed to leave the road, floating up and down on the sea. When I opened my eyes, all the chaotic crowd, sharp voices and dazzling colors interweaved, woven into a thin and dense tough barrier. The sea was on the other side of the barrier, close at hand, but at the end of the world. The overwhelming noise was even more turbulent than the waves coming and going. Suddenly, I rushed over and swallowed my meager fantasy quickly, and then crushed it to pieces. My dream is very short, and it is destined to be disillusioned. Later, I encountered light rain. I asked Xiao Yu for details about the sea. Xiao Yu’s playful and brilliant words made me see the spirituality and simplicity that the sea gave to the people in this small city. So I remembered the scene of seeing the sea for the first time. That summer, I stood on the beach with my thirsty eyes trying to cross the crowd, through the colorful colors and sweet bitter songs, trying to see the real sea in my mind, filter out all the dust and noise of the quiet sea, pure sea. The Heaven and Earth are in a state of silence, and only the waves rise and fall. When the white spray hits the reef on the shore, it is instantly in full bloom, gorgeous and cool, as if the passion of the sea never goes out. The layers of spray spread all over the world, like waves, and the enthusiasm and exploration steps that never stop pursuing. Looking up into the distance, the blue sea water echoed the colorful clouds in the sky, and there were white gulls with wings. In the clear and clear blue dream connected by the blue sky and water, the heaven danced lightly, draw light and graceful white arcs on the blue ethereal bottom plate. At this moment, I suddenly realized: in some places, you seem to have been here, but you haven’t stepped down half a footprint. Because there is no sense of spirit, the physical patronage is just a void. Like me, Xiaoyu also likes Shui Mu nianhua, and likes “until I see the sea”. In the distant and wide sea, a bird flew by, leaving a touch of arc where it flew. This beautiful arc was mixed with floating air. I just don’t know if Xiaoyu has ever experienced the day when the poet said that he was facing the sea and blooming in spring? I began to open my mind, embrace the sea, and integrate the sadness and happiness deep in my mind with the sea. Therefore, those memories woke up in the distance, and those ripples quietly converged into waves until they melted into the sea. Because, I can still see the sea.

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Waiting this vain dream

Waiting for him to untie my sadness, put on my own glow again, let me reveal the dusty aura for a long time, and pick up the familiar melancholy like the light smoke of the past, it breaks my dream in my flower-like years, breaks through the obstacles and wants to work hard with you to portray the splendid future which belongs to us, spring and winter have been waiting for your return year after year. In the season of fallen flowers, I have accumulated tuberculosis disease that I have been thinking for a long time. He is still far away, returning without stopping, but it took too long to see his urgent figure. A little cool wind blew away my waiting in my heart until my heart closed the door, no longer waiting for the waiting flowers are gone, looking through the pain of Autumn Water, bleak and turbid dreams, waiting alone, worrying about it, I don’t know this way, do you have any obstacles? I have waited for a year, two years, but I can’t see your helpless eyes hanging down. Do you know that waiting thousands of miles away, just like the endless river and sea, galloping endlessly. I said that as long as you are willing to turn back, I will always be by your side. However, the lost past tells me that if you leave, you will never come back. Our love, after that, it’s gone, and I won’t remember it Any trace of pain stopped in the air. Have you seen it? Wish you happiness! Brief and powerful, mixed with deep attachment and helplessness

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Sing Evening Songs with the autumn wind

The wayward spoiled baby in her mother’s arms fell asleep with her mouth pouting when she was tired of playing. Her hands were still holding the sticky lollipop. The spoiled eyes of the young mother melted the indifference of passers-by on the pavement, they cast their admiring eyes one after another, and even touched the child’s small face quietly. The dust flying freely outside the window presents a transparent color under the autumn sun. They were flying and panting aimlessly over the city, as if they wanted to fall down, but the wind blowing brought them to the higher sky. The tall Phoenix trees on both sides of the road shook off the rustling leaves, as if the king put down the heavy burden, overlooking the noise and busyness of the whole city. Under the open sky was the distant mountain which had been dyed half of the golden color. Without the green green, there was a smell of oil painting. This oil painting is the big background of the city, which makes the city have spiritual dependence. The passing vehicles took away the back of the last batch of people who were busy in this city. They were in such a hurry. Where were they going to flee? The city with neon lights gradually lit in the night is so charming, why no one appreciates it? The oil painting instantly became a black curtain without soul. When you are upset, you want to walk a long way. Wearing headphones alone, no one knows what you think. You can think about anything, you can think about anything, just walk quietly. Maybe in just one second, everything will be figured out. I like to wear a loose coat, even a big jacket for men. Pulling up the collar when the wind blows is my warmest enjoyment. Even if there is no temperature for that person to hug, I can also be a girl who loves me. I was tired of walking. Looking at the distance, I found that I had been entangled by the trivial things around me all the time, ignoring too many scenery waiting there. Because I couldn’t see the scenery in the distance, I thought the world was so small and there was no reason to be happy. How many dreams about searching are hidden in the leaves blown down by the wind? But accidentally floated in the pool of green water, and could not fly out of the swaying posture. The wandering dog was scared by the sound of the car and hid in the warehouse on the roadside. Who saw its loneliness when he turned back? The construction workers carrying steel and cement appeared at the top of the city, and soon disappeared in the deep of the city forest. No one cared about their efforts and took everything for granted. In the crowded farmer’s market, the middle-aged woman who was scalding out-of-date curly hair was haggling over a few cents in a strong local accent. Would her child be the same age as me? In the exclusive shop, several waitresses were surrounded by a fashionable lady with high-heeled shoes loaded with arrogant heavy makeup. What kind of vanity will money give? Stop and go, pick up a piece of sycamore leaves and clip it into the notebook you carry with you. Can you sleep soundly for the whole autumn? Then there will be no cold winter, right? The night was getting darker, and the music circulating in the player urged me to go back. What kind of song can express my mood at this moment? Alone, when the wind blows, I think of my parents’ nagging. After three years of college, I still got nothing. If you want to work hard, you don’t know where to start. It took three years of ignorance to understand that everyone is working hard silently, and you always think that youth will not grow up, and youth is capital. But if you don’t cherish this capital, it will end up as money in your dreams. Mom said on the phone: it’s getting cold, add a piece of clothes, remember that your legs can’t be cold. During the three years of college, I also learned to endure tears and say, “I’m fine. You and Dad are fine. Back to the dormitory, I hurried to find out the plush trousers that my mother bought. Yes, only you always force me to wear them to be really warm. Look at the small camera of the mobile phone, make a happy expression everyone will have a low period, have a good sleep, maybe tomorrow will be better. Who missed the catkin flying at the end of spring? Who Cried the raindrops falling at the beginning of summer? Who cares about the falling leaves in autumn night? Who buried the snow fluttering in winter morning? It turns out that every season has its floating spirit, but no one is too reserved, so they take away all our thoughts in the alternation.

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Grandpa

My father lived in Shanghai for two months, and my daughter maintained a very good relationship with him. After my father went back to his hometown in Huangshan, my daughter didn’t turn around for many days. When eating, when watching TV or playing in the community, I would suddenly stare at my little eyes and ask me doubtfully: Dad, Where is grandpa? Where is grandpa? Why is it missing? I can feel that there is no Grandpa in My daughter’s life. I am opened the window of memory from her daughter, letting the moonlight of family affection shine into the dusty hut for a long time. In the deep night filled with thick dust, I remembered my grandfather who had been dead for 21 years. In the 21st year, my daughter was three years old, and my daughter began to look for Grandpa. However, my kind grandfather, the grandfather who changed my fate, where are you now? Since you went to that world, why did you have no news and no return? In the swirling smoke, Grandpa’s voice, face and smile as well as stories about Grandpa were moved to his eyes clearly from the remote memory. The small mountain village called five mu is located on a hillside in the southeast of Huangshan Mountains. The village is named after the number of field mu, which shows the scarcity of fields. The reality of lacking farmland and land also warned villagers to keep a sense of crisis for survival all the time. In ancient Huizhou, there was such a far-reaching vulgar sentence, which was not cultivated in the previous life and was born in Huizhou. Thirteen or fourteen years old, lost it outside. It was just because there were many mountains and few lands here, and they couldn’t raise too many people, so eventually many people chose to leave their homes and go out to Yangzhou, Shanghai and other economically developed places to do business. Fundamentally speaking, the formation of Huishang Group and its culture buried endless helplessness and endless bitterness. This is called five acres of small mountain village, have the six or seven dozen households, 300 or 400 population. For some reason, there was no tradition of doing business here. Honest and conscientious villagers basically lived on poor fields and farming, no one of the villagers who are used to suffering has ever thought about improving their lives by doing business. Our family is immersed in such an atmosphere. Until now, when I heard that I am from Huizhou, others said that you must be very shrewd. I smiled and said nothing. But Grandpa still went out, which was a short period of time before liberation. I don’t know what the villagers think of this matter. I don’t know how Grandpa went out and who he went out. I just heard that our ancestors originally did not live in five mu, which was a place called Lan village twenty or thirty miles away from five mu. This village is beside the Huihang Highway, separated by a relatively wide river. Every time I passed by bus from Lan village and looked at the small village across the river, I felt a hazy and indescribable feeling in my heart. — I have never been to Lan village either. After the ancestral grave in Lan village was washed away by a flood, grandpa left Lan village and went to his uncle’s home of five mu. Grandpa also had a younger sister, who left Lan village later. I didn’t know whether he married a long distance or went out to make a living. Anyway, they never met each other. Grandpa went to Hangzhou. He didn’t do business because he had no capital and seemed to have no brain in this aspect. In Hangzhou, as a clerk, Grandpa may do the job of delivering letters to others. When he was about to liberate, he made some money and returned to five mu. Because of the lack of land, because he knew the influence of the lack of land on family life, he didn’t listen to others’ good advice. He didn’t want to live a life of living under the fence and wandering without land. He went his own way and bought some land, I decided to root here in five mu. However, it was hard to predict the world. After liberation, Grandpa was divided into Middle farmers because of a little more land. Under the circumstance that other families were poor peasants, the middle peasants naturally became the objects of struggle. For this, Grandpa was so angry that he was seriously ill. Until his old age, he still had a lot to do with it. Because I ride a bicycle to deliver letters in Hangzhou city, my grandfather’s driving skills are very good. I can’t imagine how good it is. When I was young, I heard from adults that your grandfather could ride a bicycle on the ridge when he was young. The ridge is so narrow and uneven, can you ride freely like walking? We all open our mouths and admire Grandpa very much. But when asking grandpa, he always smiled and said nothing. I am still a fan of this matter. Second, the history of smoking in our family can be traced back to Grandpa in My Memory. Dad is heavy smoker. Now my wife also scolded me for I am cigarette holder. Even when my daughter saw me smoking while reading books and writing articles in the study, she would complain downstairs angrily. Mom and dad smoked upstairs again, go criticism he! As for cigarettes, everyone knows that it is not a good thing, but for those who are really addicted, it is really not an easy thing to completely quit it. Grandpa smoked, not the civilized cigarette with filter. He said this kind of cigarette has no smell. Now I think grandpa has his reason that saving money is part of the reason, but the most fundamental thing is that for people who have smoked for a lifetime, they need to change their taste, it is really difficult to live a new life with a wife who has deep relationship with each other day and night. Even the cigarette without cigarette holder that my father bought for filial piety later — I don’t smoke this kind of cigarette because the smell of the cigarette is too strong and too spicy — my grandfather is also not used to it. I have scolded my father more than once: in the future, I will spend less money to buy this kind of thing which is cigarettes, not cigarettes, to cheat me! Nowadays, young people in Wumu village should smoke civilized cigarettes with mouths. But for old people who are already old, what they carry in their hands is often a bamboo cigarette holder; For high-grade ones, the cigarette holder is made of copper, but the pole is still made of bamboo. At the bend of the cigarette holder, there was a square cigarette bag sewn by black cloth hanging, which contained the bulging tobacco shreds. These old smokers carry a yellow guy called Fire paper with them, which is used for cigarette lighting. Watching them smoking is a kind of enjoyment. After filling the cigarette holder with tobacco shreds, stroke a match, light the fire paper which was rubbed like chopsticks, light the tobacco shreds, then put the tobacco shreds in the cigarette holder, take a long sip, aftertaste for a while, mouth snapped, spit out the white smoke slowly; Surprisingly, some nostrils also smoke outward, and a piece of smoke is rising in front of us. Besides, the smoke that comes out of the mouth will flow back into the nostrils like white streams. There is no limit to the taste, and only the smokers can feel it themselves. After a pipe of tobacco is burnt out, it will either knock out the tobacco excrement, or pick out the small iron wire and fill it with new tobacco shreds again. The lips pointed at the Fire paper, and with a sound, the Fire paper came again, and then sucked it for the second time. Blowing fire paper was really a knowledge. When I was young, I blew for my grandfather, and my face turned red. It took a lot of effort to blow fire paper. Grandpa rebuked impatiently: give it to me quickly, it is a waste of my time for children to play aimlessly. I miss Grandpa now, not because of his smoking, but because he never hit me with a tobacco rod. Among a dozen of my cousins, this may be an unusual exception. I don’t know whether I am not Taobao or smart. The taste of hitting people with a cigarette Rod, looking at other people’s faces being blamed and beaten, I only had one word in my heart-fear. In my memory, Grandpa’s cigarette Rod never fell on my head. For this, I used to show off as a kind of show, which made everyone envy. Three is five mu, I only studied for three years. When I was in the third grade, I transferred to the county. My father worked in a bank in the county. The change of my fate begins from now on. I really can’t imagine that if I didn’t transfer to another school at that time, like other people in the village, I might still live on some fields or follow the working crowd, in a city in the Yangtze River Delta, if you do some broken work, your life will definitely be times and times more difficult than now. It was grandpa who helped me transfer to another school. At five acres, I think now that grandpa should be one of the most insightful people at that time. Maybe with the experience of sending letters in Hangzhou, he knew that knowledge could change people’s destiny. Among the six girls that my grandfather survived, two got positions in the county by studying, one of whom was my father. This is an unprecedented precedent in the five mu village. Dad said that the condition of studying in the 1950 s and 1960 s was very hard, and the influence of being classified as a middle peasant, in order to change the status of the family in the village, we had to rely on sending people out. And sending it out means that life has to add more heavy burdens. Reading, do you want money? One person is missing, and the family lacks a labor force, right? My grandpa and grandma carried all these. They cut down on food and clothing, save what they can save, squeeze out what they can squeeze, just for the sake that children can study outside at ease, and for the sake that children can read books and make progress. Now, it’s my turn. My father was still hesitating about my transfer to another school. One was to consider the economic reasons. The salary of twenty or thirty Yuan was part of my own life, part of my support for the elderly and part of my children’s education, the cost of studying in the city is far greater than that in the countryside. The second reason is that I am worried about my mother’s body suffering from heart disease, so I leave a person at home, even a child, which can help me more or less, such as picking some water for the water tank, and picking some vegetables in the mountain field, for example, Grandpa was angry that his mother was ill and could hold a bowl of hot water beside the bed. You don’t have to worry about things at home when you send your child out. Grandpa said to Dad like this. In front of Grandpa’s determination and foresight, Dad had nothing to say. With my grandfather’s full support, I finally went to the county and studied in a place that I couldn’t understand. During that time, I especially missed five mu and the children in the village. When a nine-year-old child arrives at a strange place, even if he follows his father (because he has never lived with his father), he is also unaccustomed in every way. He only has one idea in his heart to leave this strange place, I want to go back to five mu and four mu every summer and winter vacation. The first thing I do is to report to my grandparents and tell them about my study and my life in the county, talk about the new things that happened in the county. Grandpa always smiled, breathing dry smoke while listening to my narration with great interest. Later, I came back from the County several times. I kept the old habit of looking for Grandpa, but I couldn’t find Grandpa any more. Standing in front of Grandpa’s door, like a dream, wondering in my heart, where is grandpa? When I woke up and turned around, my nose became sour and my eyes began to burst into tears. Grandpa passed away during the winter vacation of my fourth grade. At that time, I went home and saw my grandfather before death. He leaned on the bed, covered with a thick quilt, revealing his sallow and thin face. He couldn’t speak any more and only looked at me with his eyes. Grandma whispered loudly in her ear, Yang came to see you. Grandpa didn’t even have the strength to nod. I held his old hand which was as rugged as a branch, rubbing it with my warm little hand, and pursed my mouth desperately. I didn’t cry, but tears, the next night, Grandpa stopped breathing. The whole family was immersed in grief, and that winter also seemed particularly cold. Later, I heard from adults that grandpa had been chanting your name before he died and was reluctant to leave. It was after he saw you that his heart was relieved and he left. Grandpa’s grave is under the osmanthus tree at the top of the mountain. On the day of the funeral, the snow stopped, and the mountain ditch of the five mu village was covered with thick white. Dai Dai was mourning to Grandpa. The funeral crowd cried. I followed in the wood, without crying. Suddenly I heard an old man’s sigh on the roadside: a good man, a good man, left again. If you leave again, there are few such old people in the village. The grandfather’s name is Bao Zhengkang, who died of gastric cancer and was seventy-three years old. Now that my grandfather passed away 21 years ago, Cao wrote this article to send grief from afar and cherish it forever.

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Why don’t you on-line

In the dead of night, I hang QQ waiting for you to go online, why don’t you go online tonight? I will wait for you silently every night. Maybe you won’t come up, but I am still waiting for you. Sometimes when you are online, I have no choice but to be busy with my own business, but my heart still thinks about you online, just like you accompany me by my side, I always want to come to see you after I am busy, but when I go to see you after I am busy, you are no longer online. When you are not online, I will wait for you crazily. Looking at your gray head portrait is like seeing your smiling face. I feel a little happy in my heart, but I never see the head portrait shining, and my heart will suddenly feel a little sad. The vast sea of people, rolling in the world of mortals, I met you, inadvertently made me deeply in love with you, since I met you, my love is stronger and stronger. Love is so real, love is so sweet, love is so bitter, love is so sour. Although falling in love with you is accidental, it is also inevitable, and it is even more love that has to be; There is no way to forget you, and it is also helpless, and even more forced. I can’t control myself every day. My mind is full of your beauty. This love is too deep, and I am afraid that it will take a long time to forget you slowly. I can’t remember how I met you, but at the moment I met you, you gave me the feeling as if I met an old friend who had been separated for a long time. It was so familiar and kind. When I met you, you gave me the feeling that this network is really good. I can get to know you in the vast sea of Internet, and then get to know, know and love you. It was from the moment I met you that I got a lot of concerns and thoughts, which made me have an inexplicable attachment to you in my heart. I hope I can see you all the time when I open QQ. When you open QQ and see that you are not online, there will always be a slight loss in your heart. In this way, I silently wait for you to go online every day. Night is the time when my emotions are hard to control, and the night when you go online is the time when my thoughts are easy to spread. At the night when you go online, I will put down all the work on hand, turn on the computer and dance with my hands on the keyboard. Miss follows the mouse to find the trace you left in my world in the dark night. The night when you went online, the time seemed to be particularly long. I smoked cigarettes one after another, and the cigarette butts slipped from my fingers one after another. The smoke from the cigarette butts in the ashtray came out, it pervades my whole room. Tired Eyes were smoked by smoke, and a string of sad tears came out. The flowing tears fell on the keyboard and in the teacup. Sleepless night, no regrets waiting. Sitting quietly in front of the screen, all kinds of tenderness are tapping the strongest miss on the keyboard. Every second of time goes by. I really want to listen to your deep whispers before sitting on the screen, I really want to be with you, lingering with you. However, you didn’t go online and couldn’t feel your breath. A kind of sadness poured into your heart. I was silent and speechless. Qian Qian listened and played the familiar melody/told the happiness and sweetness of love/the hearts of two people who love each other are closely connected/the ends of the sea are not separated, snuggle and depend on each other/your smiling face is still engraved on in my mind/tears have wet my keyboard bit by bit and bit by bit/which light is not turned off in the long and cold night/my dear person/Where are you now/Why don’t you it makes me so sad to go online/whether I am deliberately hiding and pretending to be stupid to test me/do I fall in love with you because I am wrong on the internet/the loneliness in front of the screen who will spend it with me/Why don’t you go online I am so confused/singing this love song pains in my heart/I click your name and hope you are happy/Don’t leave me alone/endure loneliness/your smiling face is still engraved in my mind/tears have wet my keyboard bit by bit and bit by bit/which light is not turned off in the long cold night/my dear person/Where are you now/Why don’t you go online makes me so sad/Do you deliberately try to hide and pretend to be stupid?/Do I fall in love with you? I am wrong on the internet/the loneliness in front of the screen. Who will accompany me through it/Why don’t you go online makes me confused/Sing this love song is painful in my heart/I click your name and hope you are happy/Don’t leave me alone/endure loneliness/Don’t leave me alone /Endure loneliness/the song “Why don’t you go online” is flying in the laptop. You didn’t go online tonight. I could only listen to this familiar music melody, adding a little melancholy to my heart and looking at your direction foolishly. Maybe this is the network. The emotion in the network comes quickly and goes faster. It is not difficult to accept an emotion and a lover in the network, but my love on the internet is always so short, and the lingering voice of love between the two is still lingering, while love has gone away. How many people can really achieve consistent love on the Internet? Why don’t you go online……

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Not with time old

The annual rings of time are chasing under the moon. I stand in the soft red of ten Zhang, experiencing the noise of the world. As if in the boundless Moonlight and boundless wilderness, there is no time to escape, but only those who live and die, sink and mound. Who will build a dream today? The time between waking up and lying is old. Every day I am at a loss in the waste of chaos, and I am dizzy and wasting my time. Reading puzzled its meaning, endorsement unknown. I am busy with trivial matters, but I don’t know what I have done on Earth? Advise yourself to do nothing and get nothing all day long, and persuade yourself to work hard and do more with less words. But it is only my comfort to myself. The path of life twists and turns, thousands of twists and turns, unpredictable. Anything, anything, anything, or anything, seems to be so reasonable, but in fact, they don’t know what they are doing at a loss. Thoughts seem to solidify, unable to flow fresh blood, and people sink in the messy void. Everything started to have no direction, and then in order to show others, they forced themselves to look for it. With a sunny smile, the smile is not in my eyes. Those directions come from all directions, and even I don’t know where to go. I also want to laugh at myself, saying that everything is just the beginning and everything will pass. Human beings are really animals with strong repairing ability. I can comfort myself with the complex structure in my brain, and I can certainly do it. However, all the words have no foothold, and all the voices are hidden by the Twilight. The? I saw so many people fighting, so many people working positively and so many people working day and night. And yourself? It seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. Thinking about some puzzling and fantastic things all day long. So I began to fear, anxious, and even more inexplicable. Began to drift with, start gourd ladle, start no self. I didn’t know what I wanted to do and forgot the direction when I came. The world seems to be suspended in the air, high or low, and hesitating all day long. Everything is so careful, afraid of mistakes, afraid of not knowing. I don’t know what happened to me. When my former classmates asked me when I was living now, I didn’t know how to answer. Am I already in a situation where I can’t evaluate my own life and have no sense of external things? Once again confused. After thinking for a long time, I also asked some people. Gradually understand, gradually see clearly. In fact, every new student who just entered the university is like this. He will be at a loss and at a loss. He will be impulsive and don’t want anything. He will remain complacent and stick to the ground. However, when you calm down, think carefully and understand slowly. In fact, everything is no big deal. The so-called care is chaotic, sometimes too eager to seek success but nothing. Life is a gradual process, and nothing can be done at a stroke. On the way of growing up, it is hard to avoid bumping and bumping. It mainly depends on your attitude after setbacks, whether you are willing to sink or learn from experience and start all over again? Making mistakes is a necessary process in life and also the first step of growth. However, confusion is the transition period of adaptation. As long as the past, everything will really have blue sea and blue sky. Not saints, practice makes error-free. It is very good to correct the mistake. In fact, thousands of years ago, philosophers thought deeply about this question and gave the answer. Today, we should learn to train ourselves and improve ourselves step by step. We should not be afraid of making mistakes, but we should also learn to be brave to correct and learn lessons. Sublimate yourself and purify your soul in deep thinking. University, spiritual Palace, washing dregs, deepening personality, perfecting wisdom, holding heart. And what we need to do is how to make good use of the limited time under the fair balance of time and old people, so as not to get old with time.

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My yard

[Introduction] at dusk, I like to move a small stool to sit in the yard. The afterglow of the sunset shines in the yard, coloring it with a faint red color. Farmers came back from the fields one after another, and then every household began to wash vegetables and cook.

When I just started my job, I yearned for the high buildings in the downtown. Now, I prefer the quiet yard in the countryside. The yard in my house is not small. It can park a car and put a basketball stand. In the low-lying place of the yard, small animals such as chickens and ducks can also be raised for free. Therefore, the courtyard adds some natural vitality. There is also a tall wild persimmon tree in the yard. Where is it? I was confused for a long time. Later, I seemed to feel something. The Persimmon it bears is not big and feels rough. It tastes sweeter than the so-called home Persimmon. Nearby, there is no bark. Therefore, when the north wind blows strongly in winter, it will always be mistaken as a dead tree. But when the spring breeze blows on my face, it will still sprout strongly, grow leaves hard, and blossom small and beautiful flowers, bringing layers of green to the courtyard. When the sea breeze blows, small flowers fall down, all over the floor, like stars, blinking! My son always likes to run up and step on a few feet. The chicken shed was built under the tree, the wild persimmon tree which had experienced many vicissitudes, sheltered the wind and rain for those little creatures. Perhaps, the rough fruit surface and bare trunk make it more wild. I like the wild flavor, which condenses simplicity and strength. There is also a well under the persimmon tree. Some people’s wellheads are open, so they need to put the bucket down to fetch water. And my well is a rolling well. The wellhead has been covered. When using water, you only need to move the handle of rolling water up and down, and the clear and bright well water will flow out continuously. In summer, it brings cool stock; In winter, it brings endless warmth. The feeling of warm winter and cool summer is so wonderful, warm and cozy. In the morning, I always wake up very early, but I like to lie on the bed and listen to my mother’s sound of rolling water, which is full of rhythm and gives others feelings and happiness. His two-year-old son likes to play by the well most, which seems to be his paradise. Children always like to play with water. Sometimes, he played happily, but his sleeves were half wet. I once stopped him. Later, he always took my hand with pleading eyes, staggered to the edge of the well, and pointed at the handle rolling water with his little finger. At that time, my thoughts seemed to go back to my childhood, recalling the scene when I played with water happily. What a memorable childhood experience! Later, I simply let my son play with water. His immature little face was always filled with happy notes. He would imitate the actions of adults when rolling over the water seriously, and said unfluently: Dad, look, Dad, look. Like extremely cute! My son has little strength, so he can only lift the handle up. I can’t beat it any more, so I turned back to ask for help. I naturally helped him. Big hands hold small hands, rolling down one by one. My son exclaimed: Water, water! He reached his little hand to the water outlet and let the water rush to his heart. He looked at me and smiled; I looked at him and smiled! The moment of happiness is frozen like this. Well brings me warmth and coolness; Brings me the feeling of home; Brings me happiness between father and son. At dusk, I like to move a small stool to sit in the yard. The afterglow of sunset shines in the yard, which dyed it with a faint red color. Farmers came back from the fields one after another, and then every household began to wash vegetables and cook. I appreciate everything quiet here and feel the smell of happiness silently. Maybe one day this place will be demolished, but the feeling that the courtyard gives me will never change.

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Alive

It has been nearly half a month since I came to the vocational college, and the happiness I expected before did not appear at all. I found that I was falling into the mire of life step by step and couldn’t help myself. I found that I was making wrong decisions again and again, and when I made this decision, I was at a loss to know the tragic nature afterwards. I began to doubt my living condition. I always feel unhappy no matter where I go. Before I came here, I always slept lazily in my small room, feeling that everything was chaotic and unknowable. I felt that I was blinded by life and could not walk out. But when I came here, I still couldn’t get rid of it, because of the complexity of human nature, the strangeness and indifference of the crowd, the pain of growing up, or the strong homesickness. In short, I still didn’t feel sad at all. What kind of life on Earth is the life you want to see, and what kind of state can achieve what you think in your heart. I was lying in bed thinking, thinking when I was walking, and still thinking when I called my family. After the result came out, I fell into another level of confusion again. What you want in your heart cannot be realized, but what you want is not what you want in your heart. I like writing at home. I have imagined such a state for countless times: the whole family lives happily together, and I can support myself by writing, and even maintain the livelihood of the whole family. But the reality is that my writing has not been recognized, and it is just a kind of poor self-pity. My current status is that I am in a very bad Junior College while looking forward to the promotion of junior college students in three years, and then the postgraduate entrance examination two years later. My anxiety is not the confusion of upgrading from junior high school to junior high school, nor the confusion of upgrading from junior high school to junior high school, because I am learning English that I am good. What worries me is that when I am rich after graduation and living alone in the city I like, I will think of my parents who have worked hard for most of my life but are still poor. Even if I could give them money, provide them with generous material security and prevent them from getting rid of poverty, who will relieve the inner poverty? I know a graduate student who graduated from a prestigious university and worked in a newspaper office. He has a high income, but he only returns home once a year during the Spring Festival, and only lasts for more than ten days. He is the only son in the family. When his father is dead, most of the time his mother just turns around alone. Some people may say that their children have a good life and their parents have a bright face and a good reputation. Ah, reputation, how much is reputation worth? Can reputation be regarded as food and drink, and can it keep your heart warm? After all, it is a virtual thing without personal care and care. Some people may say that children can take away their parents after they earn a lot of money. However, how much is this large amount of money? Where is its source? With only a graduate, with 5000 or 6000 dollars a month went to big cities and family life? Obviously not. Now I know there is a kind of person who can accomplish this: stars, including pop singers and bestsellers. These two titles are of course more impossible for our general generation. So later I simply doubted my study for more than ten years, and I was wondering what the meaning of learning was. Is it because parents work hard on their children to benefit? If so, I would rather stop such cruel study. However, after returning home empty-handed and stopping studying, what can I do? Is it just guarding parents every day to keep them alive? Of course not. I called bin that day. He said that the original intention of parents was to make their children happy even if they were more tired and bitter. One generation is better than the other. Only in this state can the society make progress. I have no intention to comment on its right or wrong, but I still can’t get rid of the confusion. I was always troubled by it during my spare time in the vocational college. I walked around and considered it at the same time. I hope that I can make a decision as soon as possible, but at the same time, I am hesitant cautiously and generally.

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Lonely Heart

[Introduction] a writer who is engaged in the creation of war theme may have experienced the war in person. A writer who is engaged in writing political subjects may be a government official who works in state organs or government departments.

Everyone has a different fate. Fate includes two aspects: one is family background, the other is personal background. When it comes to family background, or from a wealthy family, or from a prestigious family, or from a rich family, or from a poor family, they are all destined. A person’s fate may have been decided at the moment his parents are pregnant. Once a child born in an imperial family is born, the boy is called the crown prince, and the girl is called the Princess. The Crown Prince and the princess are the supreme crown prince and the golden branches and Jade leaves, which belong to the natural noble blood. Children born in a wealthy family, such as those born in the prime minister’s family, the boy is the son of Xiangfu, and the girl is the daughter of Xiangfu. Children born in rich families, for example, the minister’s family was born in the Butler master Kuo. However, children born in poor families, such as children born in rural farmers and urban poor families, may be poor once they are born. Boys may be sold to rich families for slavery, and girls may be sold to rich families as maids, which are doomed to be inferior in life. With the development of the times to today, although one’s background is not important. For example, there are many revolutionists, politicians, militarists, litterateurs, scientists and doers of the older generation in New China, who were originally born in poor families. Later, he became the leader of the party and the state or the leader and master of the Army. Therefore, a person’s background is not the decisive factor. Especially after China implemented reform and opening up, Throughout the country, hundreds of millions of migrant workers left the villages where they lived for generations and went to the outside world. They developed in the city and became the new force of city construction. Many migrant workers, some become industrialists or entrepreneurs, and some become professional and technical talents. Therefore, they established themselves in the city and showed their talents in the city. Literature is the pure land of spiritual homeland. Some people say that litterateur and writer are engineers of human soul. As the most important manifestation of spiritual civilization, literature is closely related to people’s life. In thousands of years of Chinese feudal society, although there was no professional literary federation or official institution of Writers Association, in fact there were professional literati and writers specialized in writing. Up to now, not only the literary federation and Writers Association are official institutions in China, but also have very important influence and status. Chinese literary federation is the leading organ of Chinese literary and artistic workers. Chinese Writers Association is the leading organ of Chinese writers. Both Chinese literary federation and Chinese Writers Association belong to official institutions, and both belong to Central units at ministerial level (or National People’s Organizations). In addition to the central Chinese literary federation and Chinese Writers Association, there are provincial and municipal literary federation and Writers Association in all provinces and cities. In addition to provincial and district-level Literary Federation and Writers Association, there are also municipal and state-level Literary Federation and Writers Association, county and city-level Literary Federation and Writers Association. It can be said that writers association is the headquarter of writers and the professional organization or social organization of writers. However, in reality, Writers Association belongs to the official organization led by the Communist Party of China and is a member of Writers Association, all of them must have certain conditions and qualifications, which is to have certain achievements and influences in literary creation. For those anonymous writers or amateur writers who have no achievements or influences in literary creation, it is difficult to enter the writers’ association. According to the relevant regulations of China Writers Association: To join the Chinese Writers Association, two conditions are required: firstly, publish a certain number of influential representative works in newspapers and periodicals above the national level or publish two or more influential representative works in national formal publishing units; the second is to publish a certain number of influential representative works on national influential formal websites. After all, the Chinese Writers Association belongs to the organization of national writers, and it belongs to the national literary and artistic group with high requirements. Joining Chinese Writers Association requires not only the quantity of works, but also the quality of works. If a literary writer does not have any representative works with national influence, it is very difficult for you to apply to join the Chinese Writers Association. The requirements for joining the Chinese Writers Association are very high. Compared with joining the Chinese Writers Association, the conditions for joining the Provincial Writers Association are: it is relatively easier to publish a certain number of influential works in newspapers and periodicals above the provincial level or in national regular publishing units. Generally speaking, it is difficult for most literary writers to publish books when they are still amateur writers but not famous. If they think of publishing books at public expense by National formal authoritative publishing units, then it may be just a dream. For most amateur authors, if they want to publish books, publishing books at their own expense may be the best or even the only choice. It can be said that publishing books at one’s own expense has become the only way for amateur authors to publish books in today’s Chinese literary world. Many amateur authors have changed the fate of their lives by publishing books at their own expense. The trilogy of life of those amateur authors is the first to find ways to publish books. Many amateur authors do not have strong economic strength, They usually not only need to be diligent in creation, but also need to be diligent in saving, saving food and clothing, and gathering a few money to publish books at their own expense. Many people still borrow money to publish books. Secondly, it is famous. Then take a few steps: The first is to apply to join the local Writers Association. Some first apply to join the local writers association, and then apply to join the Provincial Writers Association. I will apply to join the Chinese Writers Association after I have the opportunity to meet in the future. In addition, find news media or literary journals for publicity. Especially do great publicity on the Internet. Due to the great influence of news media and literary journals, some amateur authors became famous in the literary world after publishing books. After becoming famous, he not only joined the local writers association, but also the provincial writers and even the Chinese Writers Association. Since then, those amateur authors have become their profession when talking about literary creation. They are either employed by provincial and municipal literary federation or Writers Association, or writers association, or provincial College of Arts as contract writers, engaged in professional creation, or employed by publishing companies, newspaper editorial departments, websites, as a literary editor, I became a professional literary worker. He even served as the leader of Chinese Writers Association, Provincial Writers Association or local Writers Association. Writing books, publishing books, becoming famous writers and even holding the leading position of Chinese Writers Association, Provincial Writers Association or local Writers Association, maybe it is the ideal and ambition of every amateur author and literature enthusiast. Although there may be tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of Chinese literature lovers, after all, there are still a few who can truly become writers. According to statistics, there are hundreds of millions of netizens, thousands of newspapers and periodicals, and thousands of websites in China, There are so many TV stations and radio stations, and there are tens of millions of people engaged in literary writing, while only a few writers. It is reported that at present, there are about 10,000 Writers Association in China. There are more than 30 provincial and municipal writers associations nationwide, and the members of each provincial and municipal Writers Association are different. Taking Hunan Writers Association as an example, there are about 200 to 300 members of Hunan Writers Association. There are only tens of thousands of members of provincial and municipal writers associations nationwide. Compared with literary writers, this is still relatively rare. It is because of the large number of people who love literature, the large number of people who engage in literary creation and pursuit, and the small number of people who truly become writers and poets on the road of literature, therefore, I feel the hardship and difficulty of the road of literature. There are many literature lovers and amateur writers who trudge in the literary world for the dream of literature. At present, there are two extremes in writing and publishing books: On the one hand, publishing books is very convenient if you have the right to work or the right to be famous or rich. For example, if you hold the leadership position of Party and government organs, such as the secretary of the provincial Party committee, the governor of the provincial government, the secretary of the municipal Party committee, the mayor of the municipal government, the chairman of the provincial literary federation, the chairman of the Provincial Writers Association, big style, etc., it is very convenient to publish books. Now, there is a new scene and a new upsurge in the literary and calligraphy circles: first, officials publish books. Many officials of the Party and government organs finally wrote books. Publishing books by officials has become a beautiful landscape in the literary and calligraphy circles. Due to the special identity of officials, officialdom literature has become a hot topic in literature. The second is the popularity of publishing books by celebrities. On the other hand, for most nameless people and poor people, there is no hope of publishing books. Fortunately, now there is the Internet. Only when there is a computer in an unknown family, there is an opportunity to publish works. I just use the computer, I often publish some words. I will talk about those text positioning and literary works by myself. Perhaps, in a strict sense, I don’t know the true connotation of literature. I have a sincere heart and call my words literary works, right? I often talk about the importance of fame in articles. In fact, fame is so important to a person. Saying goes: ren pa chu ming zhu pa zhuang. Famous and nameless are two extremes: when a person is nameless, it is worthless. Book hopeless, serious difficulties, be on the beach, ignored. However, being a person is easy to publish books, with double social status, fame and wealth, and highly admired. I am ordinary nobody with humble background and bad fate. I am tough everywhere in society. Literature is my dream since I was young. Still, till now, it is still a distant name. Now, it is an era of extremely rapid changes. Now, it is an era of power. The survival of the strong and the elimination of the weak are not only the natural law of human history, but also the reality of today’s society. I live in villages. Although I was born in literature writing for many years and often published works on the Internet, I was born to say that I was unknown in the countryside because I had no achievements in literature creation and no name. I am loners in rural areas. Second, some people say: writers, writers, are people who engage in literary creation, and they should have a stable and warm home. I’m not Writer. I have neither a stable home nor a warm home. My home is a lonely home, a lonely home. A lonely soul of mine. The works and thoughts of a writer or a writer are related to the author’s fate and life experience. Or an accidental life experience changes a person’s fate and the birth of a writer or a literary master, or the author’s life experience has an important influence on a writer’s writing style. Love is the most eternal theme and the most important theme in literary creation. Throughout the literary masterpieces at all times and in all countries, they can be roughly divided into several types of themes: one is the theme of love. This is the most popular theme among readers. The theme of love is divided into age limit and region of fate. Not only young readers like it, but also middle-aged and elderly readers like it. The second is war theme (or military theme). In the long history of thousands of years, the moment of war is connected with people. Today, war still exists. The third is political theme. The fourth is the theme of martial arts. The fifth is social theme. The theme of a writer’s creation is related to his life experience. A writer who is mainly engaged in love novels may have a wonderful love life experience or yearn for and look forward to a beautiful love, right? And a writer who works on the theme of war may have experienced the war himself. A writer who is engaged in writing political subjects may work in a state organ or a government department. He is a government official. Every writer has different life experiences. Every writer has a different creation style. Third, love and literature are a family, but love and writers may not be bound. Status is love and motivation, power is love and symbol, position is the pillar of love, and identity is the name card of love. Fame is the lamp of love, while wealth is the desire of love. Poverty is the bane of love, and cowardice is the killer of love. Fourth, literature is my dream. Persistence is my belief. Lonely Heart, independent persistence.

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Night listening late autumn

These days, the weather turns cooler, and the weather in mountainous areas changes suddenly. It is easy to feel the coolness of autumn. I don’t know when to start, I began to look forward to autumn rain. Looking for the breeze and drizzle, with an umbrella in one hand and a handle in the other hand, strolling along the stone road and alley to feel the freshness and simplicity, the continuous and delicate autumn rain, just like the tenderness in my heart. Life is like four times a year. Every season has its scenery and unique flavor. In the four seasons, I like the fragrance of flowers in spring, the coolness in summer and the white snow in winter, and the unique charm of autumn also makes me infatuated. Autumn Rain autumn sorrow Autumn thoughts, in the eyes of literati, autumn is melancholy and tearful. We heard Lin Daiyu’s gloomy Autumn Flowers, yellow autumn grass, and long autumn night. I feel that the autumn window is endless, and that can help me feel sad!, I feel the autumn rain and autumn wind of Bingxin. People have been sad about autumn since ancient times, and there are a lot of poems about it. Most of them lament that time is easy to die, but their achievements are not successful, or a kind of thought of traveling.. But Liu Yuxi said that since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. I said that autumn is better than spring. In the clear sky, a crane platoon on the clouds, then the poem was introduced to the blue sky. With an abnormal tone, it eulogized the beauty of autumn with its greatest enthusiasm. Autumn night Autumn Wind Autumn language, sent away the noisy cicadas, sent the pleasant wind chimes; Sent the immature figure of flowers, sent the cool breeze. In the autumn night with wind and rain, we blend in the quiet station, overlook the direction of the farm, occasionally light scattering, everything seems so light but quiet. Although I love the snow in winter, the intoxicating smell of flowers in spring and the interesting news of catching cicadas in summer, I prefer to recall the sweet and astringent years when autumn leaves fall. Once upon a time, the past left in my mind was ignorant and young. Compared with the deep and melancholy autumn, it was much less heavy and more unspeakable sentimental. Is time going too fast, or is it not ready? Autumn scenery autumn color autumn leaves, farewell to the lively season, shed the silence of fallen leaves; Ushered in the cold color, but left a more pondering process. I like this feeling very much every picture scroll that has been washed by the fleeting years. On a quiet late autumn night, I cut a piece of red paper and dip it in a mellow thick ink, which is not floating, not impetuous, not light or mad, at the end of the writing, draw a past you and a indifferent self. Autumn has arrived, the roots of the tree are slowly losing nutrients, and the leaves are quietly drifting. Standing under the tree and listening to the story poured out by the autumn wind, the heart is so light and quiet instantly. In the middle of the night, I found my real expression in the dark alone against the handrail. In the autumn night, when we settle our hearts, we will find that we are constantly changing pictures, recalling and looking forward to all kinds of things behind our eyes. When you walk through the original road again, you will find that there is no longer the original endless emotion. When we understand all this, we have gone on our way lightly and are constantly improving ourselves and maturing ourselves. Lin Daiyu-style depression should be abandoned. Life needs continuous progress, expectation and return, more need elegance and calmness. Night listening late autumn, is read in late autumn, love in autumn.

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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…

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