Be a cruel mother once

These days, Zhu he didn’t send her to kindergarten because he caught a cold. He had been following me for a long time and felt attached to me. He was crying these two days and didn’t want to go to kindergarten. This morning, the first sentence I just woke up was: Mom, I am not in kindergarten. I will play with you at home. Well, my child, my mother will have a good time with you today. I was busy dressing her while coaxing her. After getting dressed, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She followed me tightly and said: Mom, don’t go to kindergarten. Mom, hug me. I said: good boy, mom really won’t send you to kindergarten. I will accompany you out shopping and eating later, OK? Seeing that I said so seriously, she believed it. After washing, she went to eat. She ate an egg into her belly very obediently, and then ate a small bowl of noodles into her belly. If this is put aside at ordinary times, I have to persuade and urge me to eat it. Today, she must be afraid that I will send her to kindergarten, so she shows herself well. After dinner, she said: Mom, we won’t go out today, just play at home and watch the computer. I knew that she had thoughts in her little heart. She must be afraid that her mother would cheat her and cheat her out. Then she sent her to the kindergarten. I said: Well, let’s go out and buy a lollipop and come back, OK? I put on a coat for her, but she cried. She knew that she had to go to kindergarten when she wore a coat every day. Today, maybe my mother also wanted to send her to the kindergarten. Although my mother kept saying that she would not send her, she was still not at ease, just watching me crying. He also said: Mom, go to Jiale supermarket to buy lollipop. This kid! I quite understand what she meant. Jiale Supermarket is in the east, kindergarten is in the West, and there is also a hundred million supermarket in the West, where people usually shop there, but what she has been emphasizing today is not going to the West supermarket, but to the east supermarket, because the kindergarten is not in the east, I probably won’t send her. When she came downstairs, she cried again. Mom, she didn’t go to kindergarten. She bought a lollipop and came back. Well, I agreed, and went to Jiajia as she wanted, bought her a lollipop, then turned back and went to the direction of their kindergarten. She began to cry louder: mom, don’t go to kindergarten. I said: We don’t go to kindergarten, we go to buy vegetables, OK? However, when I passed the restaurant, I didn’t go in, so she could shout in her throat: Mom, buy vegetables! Buy food! I coaxed her and walked straight to the kindergarten. She began to cry: Mom! Mom! Not kindergarten! I will play with you! Hearing the cry, the teacher came out. I passed Zhu He to her, but saw her tightly embracing me and not giving up. I was so cruel that I pushed her away. The teacher picked up Zhu He and strode towards the classroom. My little Zhu he had already cried at the top of his voice: Mom! Don’t go to kindergarten, mom, hug! One hand pointed at my direction. The hoarse cry made my heart soft and shed tears. I am a ruthless person, but this time, I have to be a ruthless mother! She has to leave me sooner or later. I have to teach her how to grow up. I think of the Eagle. In order to let the little eagle learn to fly, mother eagle often pushes them down the cliff cruelly. Many timid Eagles become tragic victims of flying. However, for those little hawks who have endured hardships and soared in the sky, while mother eagle was cruel, she also built the blue sky of their lives. My daughter’s tearful cry was still in my ear, but I seemed not to hear it. I turned around and left. My child, forgive you, a cruel mother. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Terrible day

The pace of life is getting faster and faster, and I am busy every day. I always want to sleep at home without doing anything. Weather forecast: there will be rain tomorrow, a rest day given by God, and a day of sleep tomorrow. It rained all night last night. It was five o’clock. I almost got up at this hour every day. I wanted to sleep more every day and didn’t want to get up early. What happened today? I couldn’t fall asleep, probably because of the biological clock. Get used to getting up at one point. A burst of fragrant fragrance is coming. Yesterday, an orchid with a bud was in full bloom today. White as Snow, beautiful. Put your face close to Orchid and take a deep breath, fragrant, with the breath of spring. Take another deep sip, the flowers withered, withered, and drooped. Ah. The six goldfish in the fish tank are swimming leisurely, without looking closely, they can’t feel his swimming, which has a static beauty. Take a chopstick to play with fish. Two minutes later, four of them were in static state. What happened? How did they float up. It is not clear whether I am so tired or scared to death. It may also be drowned. Ah. Turn on the computer to surf the Internet and talk with friends. I have a favorite fan group with more than 400 people, which is lively. Today, Sunday, there are more than 300 people online, and they soon integrate into the fans. A distant female netizen invited to chat. I beat the keyboard quickly. Wait a moment, beauty. I’m chatting with a group of silly men. I’ll find a reason to quit and talk to you. It’s boring to talk with a group of uneducated men. Press the send button, send it out, send it wrong, send it to the fans group. It was broken, and the nest was bombed. I received more than 300 condemning messages later. I didn’t realize how much culture they had at ordinary times, but none of the curse words was the same. Treat me as Sunday. Ah. Going out for a walk, the rain stopped, and an autumn rain completed the alternation of autumn and winter. In winter, throw away the walking stick which has been used for more than twenty days and walk forward. A chill came, cold. There were withered and yellow leaves in the yard. A leaf falling slowly from the mother body, lifting up the face and waiting for the feeling of falling leaves touching the face. Who is so wicked? A brick as big as a slap just cuts his head. Touching a big bag. Ah, oh, it hurts. Too boring, move the ladder to the room to have a look. There are unthreshed corns on the cottage, and sometimes rats appear. I went to my room, and a mouse came out with a companion. Hey, brother, I can’t think of anything, don’t jump down! My neighbor joked with me when passing. Which eye did you see me jump down. I said. I forgot to take the medicine. My neighbor said it was OK. Stand high and see far, I said. Are you in evil? I found you stunned just now. I will give you a brick. Neighbors said. You threw the brick, standing high is looking far away, the murderer has found, you wait to see if I don’t beat you. I went down the ladder, down to the fourth quarter, clicked and broke. Fortunately, I have practiced calligraphy for several years. It really doesn’t work! Now fall. Ah, ah, ah, it hurts. I always want to rest for a few days when I am tired, but I forget how to rest when I am busy all day…… Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

What should I do with the born lonely life?

Today, I accidentally saw a post about lonely life on the Internet, which suddenly resonated with me. Unconsciously, I was already an older man nearly 30 years old, it can almost be classified into the one who can’t marry a wife, but he is still looking for no direction. I experienced some emotional things in the first half of this year. Although it was over, I still haven’t recovered. I am a person who doesn’t believe in fortune-telling, but I still have to forget it, even if you give yourself some psychological hints. The fortune teller asked me for my eight characters, and asked me to throw three things like bronze coins six times. Then I looked at my palm, and the first sentence I said was that you were a lonely man, every time a friend is either tongue or empty, there is no plum blossom in the hit. After hearing what the master said, recalling the emotional events of these years seems to be like this. Every time when love comes, there will always be problems of one kind or another, then I would give up in the girl’s entanglement and sadness. In fact, there are not many older boys like me, and I am not that bad, but I always can’t solve the emotional problems. There is a boy around me who is very different from me. He has a special skill in coaxing girls. There are always many beautiful girls around me. Of course, he is much more handsome than me, but I really feel that he is not good at all except being handsome. Hey, when I encounter emotional problems, I will lower my IQ, which is almost zero, and it is at the mercy of others. What a trick, romance, all the tricks like playing hard to get and so on can’t be used, but even some sweet words feel that the vocabulary is limited, so I watched the girl run away after I was anxious. I am still very devoted to the girl I like. It is no problem whether it is love or spending money for others, but I always feel weak. I can’t tell what is bad on Earth. Anyway, it is uncomfortable, now I really hate why I didn’t have many objects in school at that time. I haven’t learned it well and I haven’t gained any experience of love. Now I am sad once, one of them ran away and thought that he would come back. There is a colleague who is two years younger than me in the unit who has been a girlfriend for five years. If there is no money, my girlfriend will get pocket money. What kind of clothes, razor and shoes are all given by my girlfriend, good, just like a person, so enviable, Why can’t I do it. Thinking about it carefully, I still lack the ability to fall in love in reality, and I always feel uncomfortable about those girls that make me excited. Even those girls that are interesting to me have been settled all of a sudden have not been maintained for too long, now I am kneeling down and begging others to love me, even if I don’t like it, I will have a look at me more. If I can master the soul-drawing technique and the technique of playing hard to get and then add the language art, I may be able to make a woman, both beautiful women and money women are attached to me. They want to be windy and rainy. But what I want is that reality is reality. When I am bored, I always scold the God why it is so unfair. Do you really give me a lonely life? Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Dwelling

That year, a strong wind blew a group of homeless people like us to a remote town, like a cluster of dandelion blown to a corner it had never been to by a light wind. We stood on the asphalt road just enough to cover the soil, like a group of newly arrived immigrants, watching the sunrise rising like childhood, watching the sunset falling like hometown, watching the cars and trucks shuttling back and forth gradually at the not crowded crossroads, staring at the time flowing slowly, and running away in the rolling dust again and again with the wild autumn wind. We are busy foraging and surviving in this land that does not belong to us, sowing our own hope and letting our immature roots float in the air. Seeing companions escaping one by one, some caught the tail of the wind and went back to where they were, some went to a new corner with the wind and suddenly felt that the vicissitudes were close to themselves, coming or leaving constitutes the past of life. When I rolled up my trouser legs in the rainy season of summer and waded through the flood which was soaked to my knees all over the street, I finally saw the flickering distance in my dream. On a cold morning, I finally stepped on the Frost all over the ground and walked into the heaven that I looked at day and night with the wings given by my hometown. Heaven has charming scenery, beautiful sails, too much noise and disturbance, but there is no peace and tranquility in the heart for a long time. Therefore, in a bleak autumn wind with fallen leaves, I went back to the small town by bus alone. There were a lot of people on the bus, and they were very noisy, all talking about the home they hung up day and night. This couldn’t help reminding me of the scene when I went home or left home every time. On the way, the car went and stopped, stopped and went, shuttling between different cities. The scenery that flashed countless times from the window seemed familiar and strange. Passengers went up and down, up and down, and then integrated into the place they wanted to go, hometown or distance. This rotation is just an instant feeling or impression, and the car is heading to the next stop. In fact, life is just such a journey. The shuttle between us seems accidental or casual, but it is our whole life. Every detail and the deep connotation in the details reflect the essence of life. From this point of view, everything is just on the journey. Canyang finally fell into Qiu Si in the smoke of dusk. Wisps of smoke rose from the wilderness, which warmed the heart of a car of returning people. When the sky was gray and the moon was on the treetop, they could walk into the house which had been separated for a long time. But the floating smoke also awakened the wandering dream. The smoke from the kitchen is theirs, and the bright moon is theirs. I will continue to cultivate my wasteland in their joy, watching them walk comfortably, work silently and live in a regular way. But I thought there must be a few wisps of smoke and a bright moon waiting for me in the dusk of my hometown thousands of miles away, so I felt at ease. I couldn’t help thinking of Zhu Ziqing, Xia gaizun and Feng Zikai who once took a walk at Baima Lake, and Ma Lihua and the royal family who once stopped at Alibaba in Tibet, they all appreciated the grass and trees beside them with a simple heart, washing their hearts in the pure nature. Yes, life is not in the region. Sometimes, a barren stone on the land can make us understand the complicated life, while those noisy traffic will make us go further and further. Therefore, when the bus arrived, I firmly set foot on the land of the small city. Now, I still walk calmly in this small city which is far away from the provincial capital and the urban area, and watch the rising sun and setting sun, and the flowers bloom. Often, those days that seem plain and quiet are the most real life. And dwelling is not only a kind of life, but also a kind of mentality and philosophy of life. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Month Full Moon lacks

The moon is full, picturesque, hanging on the horizon, overlooking the world. As thin as the flowing clouds of light yarn, the floating indifferent, hazy moon face, hazy sky. The moonlight like water poured on the ground through the branches and leaves, reflecting a shadow of holding the cheek with both hands. Tears that were too late to slide down were blown dry by the wind. Time flies like water. Time slips through your fingertips in a dazzling way. Everything is going to fly with time and become tomorrow’s yesterday. What you want to keep only leaves the mottled palm, reminding you of the road you have traveled. Wandering Heart shuttling back and forth in the silent late night, listening to the night wind gently chanting in the air, feeling the leaves flying in the wind, fluttering, I don’t know where to fall. I want to cut a beam of moonlight, put on soft warmth for myself, and be intoxicated in the embrace of the full moon. Have you ever felt helpless in the distance? Life is just like this. I always don’t know what I’m chasing and looking for. I just drift with the flow blankly and pursue blindly like this. If you get it, you may not be happy. If you lose it, you will be sad. Always when the moon is full, love is brewing in my heart, love is burning in my heart, and the past is passing through the moonlight and floating with the wind. Memory, after the rotation of four seasons, has never changed its appearance, is still so clear, is still so close. However, everything is like the bright moon in the water, which seems to be close at hand, but at the end of the world. Many times I held the gentle moonlight and walked in the boundless starry sky, thinking about something I shouldn’t think about and thinking about someone I shouldn’t think about. Therefore, I weaved several deep dreams by hand, and woke up to find that the moon was missing another corner. Dreams, everyone will have; Dreams bring people a glimmer of hope and an expectation; Dreams, draw colorful colors for boring life. The unmeasured distance, because of dreams, miracles will appear and the first step for human beings to step on the moon. However, although human beings have broken through the distance between planets, they can never really break through the diaphragm between hearts. It turns out that the real distance cannot be measured. I like to stare at the full moon quietly, and want to see through its mind. However, it is still silent. However, no matter how sharp the eyes were, they could not leave any trace on the flawless face of the full moon. Since the full moon, how many romantic stories have been written since ancient times: in ancient times, there were goddess of the moon, and today there are famous songs praising the purity of the moon. The Moon of Teresa Teng represents my heart, and I am never tired of listening to it. Every time I hear it, there are still thousands of tender feelings in my heart. The full moon represents purity; The full moon represents beauty. Some people say that the moon is the hometown round, and the wine is the hometown mellow. I think it has nothing to do with hometown? It is a kind of mood, which makes people always feel that everything in their hometown is always the best. Therefore, people associate the most perfect and unforgettable things with the full moon. The wonderful scenery and things in the world are just like a bright moon, bright and pure, which makes people sentimentally attached and gives people the feeling of happiness. However, in this world, sorrow is more and less, just like the lack of full Moon and Moon in the years, which is always missing. Moon, cantabile dream. Only when you see the lack of Moon can you think of the beauty of the full moon. Perhaps, it is the lack of the moon that sets off the perfection of the full moon. When the moon is short, you will always feel the shortcomings of life, and then you will understand the truth that is not normal. Everything has likes and dislikes, beauty and ugliness. I can see the moon in my mind and see the mercy of the moon. Why can’t we treat life with the same mood? I like the moon, because although it is lonely, it attracts thousands of people’s attention, but it shines for thousands of people. When I think of the moon since ancient times, all the stars have never betrayed it, but they still reflect on it, and there is always a touch. I like the moon because it symbolizes eternity. For thousands of years, it has been guiding people and composing romantic heart songs for the world. Therefore, someone made a lifelong commitment to the bright moon. Occasionally, dark clouds are dense, which dyed the whole sky red, and no trace of the moon can be found. But I know that it does exist. If you hook a new moon, it will always evoke a melancholy in your heart. What kind of mood is that, beyond words. I just feel that it is so far away from the full moon. In fact, the pace of time never stops. It is still walking unhurriedly. It is people who change with their mood and keep chasing time, but forget everything in life, which is relatively existing. When you are happy, you will feel that the speed of time is just in a flash; When you are in pain, you will find that time seems to stop. In fact, it is ourselves that drag down our bodies and prevent ourselves from moving forward. Sitting alone for a while, still holding the moon and waiting for the dawn, although I can’t smell the fragrance of flowers or hear birds, I can feel the gentle touch of the wind. The flowers sleeping late at night were silent. I want to touch its petals, but I am afraid that my vulgar hands will scratch the appearance of flowers. Then, gently shaking off a drop of dew, I realized that Flowers would cry. Wandering life, like sailing in the bumpy ocean, always has ups and downs. Stand up to the wind and waves, know how to act at the wind, success is not far away. But if you are timid, timid, or attempt to sail against the current and turn around, you will finally walk hard, leading to overthrowing and indulging. Water can carry a boat, it can also overturn it. Don’t do everything too much. Leave some room for others to make others have a turning space. In this way, you can make yourself broad-minded and leave a retreat for yourself. The moon is a beacon in the dark starry sky. Sometimes it is smooth and sometimes like a hook. It guides me and inspires me. Facing the full moon and the lack of Moon, thinking of the imperfectness of life, I can only accept every bumpy road and welcome the perfection once in January. On the Internet, many different people call me by different names: Yuanyuan elder brother, Yueyue, Yuanyuan, moon, etc. It doesn’t matter. What matters is what kind of moon they know. But I know that in every night when the moon is full and the moon is short, no matter where you are, there is my shadow, accompanying you through the years. Maybe, I can’t relieve the hard work for whom; Maybe, I can’t resist the heavy burden for whom; But my tenderness, care and sincerity will go through the clouds with the moonlight, through the branches and leaves, through the gauze curtain, cast on someone’s body, making her feel comfortable and warm, and making her feel love in the world. Even though I was collected by clouds and mist, even though I was driven away by the rising sun, I was in another corner of the world, waiting for me to renew my relationship with her. The moon is full and the moon is short, the joys and sorrows are the nature of life, and no one can escape from the mercy of fate. Life is so imperfect…… Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

To mind a quiet

Recently, I have been worried a lot in my heart, so I asked myself why. Most of the annoyance was because I didn’t deal with it in time, so I accumulated day by day. When I was exhausted, I struggled through my thoughts and wanted to deal with it for happiness. Some things have to be faced sooner or later. It is better to solve them as early as possible. Sometimes I am not cruel, but I still want to keep the innocence in my heart. The past life, even if you hold on to it, has passed after all, and life has to continue. I am a heartless person who doesn’t know how to love. He always takes the love of parents, brothers and relatives for granted, so he dare not fall in love easily. I am know what kind of person you are. Qingming Festival went to Mingyue Mountain with several friends. On the way down the mountain, they asked me how I felt about this trip. I said, how much I am wish to feel inferior when facing the nature. This at least shows that my heart is not dead, and I still know what awe is. Life is like a sleeping groom driving a car. When you are not awake, your fate depends on the horse. When you wake up, your fate is in your own hands. Now I am not awake yet. I don’t know where my life direction is and where to go. I am very confused. But I am soberly aware that all the responsibility lies in me, and it is my bad habits-the habits of daily life, the habits of finding, thinking and solving problems I believe everything will pass, one day I will become strong, learn to deal with information around me, learn to be a person, do things, and learn to live. I don’t like to pay attention to being fast in everything. I prefer to live a slow life alone, which seems a little nervous, but what I gain is a piece of happiness. Why not do it? In fact, everything in the outside world is Decoration. We are passers-. Wherever you go, if you have your heart, you will get something in your heart; If you have no heart to watch, you will be in hell wherever you go. Find some time every day to sort out your thoughts and stay alone. Maybe you will have some experience. Modernization brings us all kinds of advantages and disadvantages in life. The soul needs to be cared for like flowers. Life is painful, and we should live happily; Life is happy, and we should live happily; In a word, everything we do is only willing to exist for happiness and give peace to our hearts, there will be more happiness and more sunshine in life. May you my other. Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

With a little effort

The job fair was going on fiercely. I looked at the surging crowd. I saw a familiar figure, my classmate in high school. Looking at each other, we nodded and greeted each other. We squeezed through the crowd and all went to the recruitment booth of a public institution at the same time. I was surprised: Aren’t you doing business well? Why did you come to apply? Is it difficult to do business these days? I still want to find a job to be safe and secure, which is more reassuring than opening a shop sometimes with income and sometimes hanging up. The recruiter showed the recruitment conditions and plans. The conditions were not enough for us. If we wanted to enter, we had to take a theoretical examination. When I saw that I was going to take the exam, I was confident. It was not easy. I have been studying for so many years since I was a child. I don’t know how many exams I have experienced. Do I still need to worry about this exam? I was worried for my classmate instead. He did business after he left school and never touched any books. Now he just thought it was difficult to do business, and he also thought of working together in public institutions, so I think I will try my luck. When the test paper came down, everyone answered the questions quietly. Time went by quietly in the rustle of the pen tip. The bell rang, the pen was stopped and the admission quota was announced on the spot. Something unexpected happened, my classmates were admitted, and there was also the official establishment of public institutions, but I had to stand aside, only envy. The reason was that I didn’t answer a big question well. My classmate told me that there were ready-made answers on the inscription, and I was cramming for reading at that time! Looking at the happiness and complacency of my classmates, I regretted why I didn’t work harder and why I didn’t read more books when I took the exam. My intestines were regretful. I beat my chest and burst into tears, blaming myself for being disappointing. I sobbed and wanted to cry loudly, but I couldn’t cry any more. I was so depressed and sad. Unconsciously waking up, it turned out to be a dream, but the scene in the dream was so clear, just like the movie I just watched. I woke up, recalled the dream I just had, and thought about why I had such a dream? Maybe it’s really a day to think about it! This also makes me truly realize that some things in life are indeed caused by my failure to work hard. As long as I work harder, I will indeed have the possibility of success. Like (prose editor: yuiran) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Train (piano stage art)

I don’t remember when I left the train tickets on purpose, so I put them in my wallet one by one until there were too many tickets. During this period, some of them were confiscated ruthlessly during outbound ticket checking. One by one, new or old, full of the smell of RMB. Some of them were full of footprints because they slipped on the ground accidentally, and they were put for too long, which made them quite vicissitudes and nostalgia. Some failed to avoid the spot check of the flight attendants in the carriage, and were full of messy ballpoint pen hooks and forks. Looking at it, it was like a painting just copied, which was poured some ink abruptly. It was horrible. The edge of some tickets left the cut-off gap. I once thought it implied something. Of course, it first proved that I am a legal passenger who took a car with a paid ticket, but at the same time, I also lost the right to choose to turn back, so I had to go forward with the car. My friends, love, stories, scenery and time who stayed in the past cities will soon be lost in my life. Some will disappear forever, and some will exist more deeply. Think of Mr. Lu Xun’s words. The past life has died. I am very happy with this death, because I know that it once survived. Yes, I know they have survived. Some ticket centers impressively printed a red character, sitting in the small red circle steadily. I think after many years, this may also be a thing to be proud. I can take it and say to my children, look, my mother went there when she was a student. The implication is that only when you are young and frivolous, cherish and work hard, can you go to a farther place and a wider sky. Just as my good friend told me: people should not limit their eyes to explore the world because they grow up in a small city. This is probably what I said. A mother told her sensible daughter that her daughter was my good friend and told me again and again. It is nothing more than those cities that come and go. Some familiar people can even write down the number of trains. When the train arrived, I stayed for a short time, sometimes for a long time or for a long time. Gradually, I felt that I didn’t belong to any city any more, even the hometown where I was raised. I ran away with my hometown, but returned to my hometown with foreign land and prejudice. As time went by, she changed, so did I. Living in a new city does not mean understanding this city. I just lived here, like an animal migrating with seasons. Maybe I will come back here when spring is warm and flowers bloom, but at that time everything was strange. But who will know the things after many years. I think that is the case for most people. Everything in the world is just like this, like love, from novelty to plain, and then to strangeness. We all say that life is a journey, a little long and a little short. The carrier of this trip is the train. Most of the time, a narrow carriage is loaded with far more wishes and waiting. Catch a temporary meeting in different places. Go to a youth feast of love. Visit an old friend I haven’t seen for a long time. Or start a new study and work after a vacation of rest and wasteland. Or escape from tired people and things, hoping to find the courage to start again in short walks and strange places. They are like floating dust exposed in the warm afternoon sun, wandering in the noisy and crowded carriage. Meet each other, greet each other, or stay alone, silent, or sleepy. Most of the time, we don’t know where each other will go, but only know that it will be a certain stop on this fixed route. In the plain and lengthy journey, people who had never met each other unexpectedly met each other and talked happily, killing the lonely and boring time. Sometimes people will speculate on a person’s occupation and self-restraint according to his or her clothes and appearance, so as to decide whether they are congenial to each other and have a pleasant conversation. Or too lazy to be like me, most of the time from beginning to end, I only read books, stunned and slept. After all, taking a bus is already a tiring thing. Nobody cares about the true or false in the conversation, just like the street talk after dinner in daily life, which is a luxury in the long life, just to decorate other people’s life. In other words, what can happen if you care about it, but give some sympathy, controversy or praise to gain some others’ ways of doing things. No matter how many sincere or glorious elements of humanity are contained in it, only oneself knows clearly. I remembered Bian Zhilin’s poems. You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. People watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. Mingyue decorated your window, and you decorated others’ dreams. There are also some times when we can put down all our guard and concerns and exchange each other’s worries heartily. It can be a sad relationship in the past. The impression of a short-lived city remains in my mind. A prejudice that knows little about constellations. A popular movie recently. A very popular social event nowadays. Everything is just because we don’t know each other, and we won’t know each other. People who meet by chance can often ask some in-depth questions and get real answers. Because they are just passers-by in each other’s lives. At the moment they leave the station, they are just strangers in the bustling crowd and will no longer remember each other. I didn’t know each other’s names, and it was impossible to see each other again. Just like an assassin who was about to die, he could only seize the last chance to put all his eggs in one basket, be brave and fearless, wield his sword in the sky, and gorgeously interpret it as the meaning of a monarch as a minister. After that, let the history tell it. Anyway, there is no longer his history. You once told me that life is a train, and everyone gets off at every stop. On the train that belongs to you, we greet each other, talk, sing, stay silent, walk and spend some time together. I hope that you and I just meet by chance. But they all had a sincere heart. Just like passengers and ticket sellers. I remember you, and you won’t remember me any more. Just like tickets and gaps. I remember you, and you won’t remember me any more. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Can’t open heart door

Some people say that it is enough to have a relationship only once. If you have more love, you will compare it and become numb. In my opinion, in the world of love, the injury should not be too deep. If there is scar left, it will leave shadow, except injury or injury. Love can hurt, but pain is not necessarily a wound. Acupuncture is very painful, but there will be no scars. But let love leave a deep memory. But both body and mind are hurt, leaving a gray shadow for a lifetime. Love that can be deep in the depth of life is painful and happy. When the blood drops, love is over. My heart has never been opened since that day. Is it because I don’t want to open it, or no one can open it? In this closed door, there were a pile of bones of dead people. My heart was cold because of the heavy Yin. His appearance was totally different, but he was still haunted. In the dream, his appearance was a mixture of Bi Fujian and Zhao Benshan, without the original appearance. I wanted to open a happy door and let the sunshine come in one meter, but I was afraid of meeting someone who turned into bone ash again. From then on, it would never end, and there was no room to completely annihilate a trace of love left in my heart. I am also looking forward to the coming of a wisp of love, which will make my life shine again, until the near eternity makes me warm and leave this helpless world. But this heart door can’t be opened even if it is rusted. Who’s curse works? Open my door and let the whole House shine with sunshine. Let me transform once and forget all the past, simple and happy life. But the world seems strange to me, and none of them can enter my heart. I am redundant. Having nightmares for three consecutive days, I dreamed of my mother’s pain before her death. I cried and woke up, a little scared. I dreamed that I was stolen by a thief, and the shadow left by a camera stolen last year also haunted me all the time, although I had not thought about it for a long time. I also dreamed that I went back to the original home and saw a man who didn’t know him. His previous appearance was gone, and he couldn’t tell the correct appearance like a ghost. Wake up and feel dizzy and helpless. In fact, deep in the dream is the entanglement deep in the heart. I thought I had put it down, but my dream told you that I was still there. I have been in love with myself, but I lowered my head and looked at it. It was just a shadow. No expression, no warmth, no hug. It will only follow me in the daytime, and it will disappear when I lie down. What accompanied me was the memory in the dream. As time goes by, my sadness is born into my marrow. Unable to extricate themselves. Although the heart is still alive, it can be enveloped by smoke. When physical or weather problems occur, the mood changes. Soft clouds and light fog all become hatred. God gave me rich inner feelings, but let me live alone in this strange world. When my mother left, I felt a sense of loneliness again. The night my mother went out of the mountain, I said I would stay with my father. But my father said no, he was fine. At this time, I found the difference between father and mother. I didn’t see him cry in my father’s life. This is a man. Tears flow into his heart when he is sad. My father is also very lonely. My father said, I am also fast. He meant to leave the world immediately. But my father is obviously in good health. My father believed what my uncle had said a long time ago. Said father and mother would grow old together. Father also wants to go with mother. I think: where will I be buried when I go there? I hope to snuggle beside my parents. Look, I am so sad. It seems that I am born with no real happiness. My smiles are faint, but my sadness is deep. Like a black hole, falling too deep for too long, I can’t see the light. 2011.9.8 Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

After listening to that song, I thought a lot

… Running freely in the wind is the direction. Chasing the power of tears and lightning, putting the vast ocean into my chest, even a small sail can sail far away, fly in the wind with dreams as wings, dare to love, Dare to Hate, dare to rush, no matter how big the risk is or how big the waves are, there will be tacit eyes. Many years ago, the melody of this song was like a symphony in my life, which enriched every minute of my spare time. As time went by, the light fleeting time once again shattered the dreamlike youth. Let you be as beautiful as a flower, but it is not worth the devils of time. Looking back on the past which was stranded deep in my memory, I realized that the past was just like a journey. There will be many people appearing in your life along the way, many people passing by with you, and many people meeting you, there will be many people enjoying the same scenery with you. The evolution of the road, the flowers all the way. The flowers on the road of youth, inadvertently, ended in desolation. Along the way, those who cry after experiencing failure with you, and those who enjoy success and laugh together are missing when you look back. Some words haven’t come yet and say. Even the destined passers-by, can they meet by chance in a certain scene or at a certain time? Then, a smile, a slight greeting: Long time no see. It is enough to remember each other at least when we meet in such a simple way. We haven’t had time to learn how to smile with people passing. Those who haven’t come and learn how to cherish the people who have appeared in their lives, haven’t had time to learn how to use a better posture to complete this trip, the passing of the year has pushed us to the present, accept these things without any psychological preparation at a loss. Maybe it is because of this that I like to stay quietly, those lights gradually vanished in the pavilions, those shining stars in the dark moon sky, those scattered snowflakes falling under the dim street lamps are the most beautiful scenery in my eyes. It’s not what happened. Suddenly I really want to listen to that song again. I turn on the computer to collect it, and then turn it into a single cycle. Put on the headset, close your eyes and listen quietly. The long-lost melody jumped to every cell of your body again. Listening, listening, two drops of cold tears hung around my eyes. The song is still my favorite song, but I suddenly find that I lost too much and felt helpless for a while. Yes, the journey is too hard. Although God treats me well, he always cares for me. It’s just that I can’t control myself to let happiness pass through my fingers quietly. Maybe happiness doesn’t belong to me at all. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…