Nickname story

As soon as I mentioned the nickname, I got angry in my heart. I didn’t know who I had hired to provoke anyone in my last life. From the day I went to kindergarten until now, this unorganized, undisciplined but unprecedentedly consistent movement was in full swing on myself and never stopped for a moment, the labels of various names are so strange that you can’t breathe. How miserable and miserable the situation is. When I was six years old, under the coercion and temptation of my parents, I went to the kindergarten in the east of the village with a small schoolbag. Since I was used to the free and unfettered life before, I couldn’t adapt to the prison life like thinking behind closed doors for a moment. In the initial days, I couldn’t wait for the bell of release to ring, so he crept away when the teacher was unprepared. As the saying goes, a wise man will lose even if he worries about it. Once I looked at all kinds of factors and got ready to go, I knocked down the stool carelessly. With the sound of snapping, the once smug little secret was revealed immediately, the female teacher who wrote blackboard writing stepped down from the platform to block the way. She fondled my head with a smile on her face and said, “kid, you are so big. At that time, I was simply ignorant and immediately bewitched by the beautiful illusion of the enemy. I was intoxicated in her intimate behavior and couldn’t help myself, A meaningful sarcasm was also recognized by myself as praise. Therefore, although I was later dubbed as a big head and spread in the class at the speed that Thunder couldn’t hide my ears, I didn’t feel fooled at all, even once thought Big Head was such a awesome name, revealing the domineering of some leaders. I was so dizzy and deeply immersed in the false glory that I didn’t know myself. I completely ignored the overwhelming laughter around me and lived a happy life. The Big Head followed me together for six years. After graduating from primary school, I went to the town to study in junior high school, and we broke up. Up to now, I still clearly remember my indescribable mood on the day when I broke up. The tragic scene was clearly branded in the deepest part of my heart and could not be wiped off even if I wanted to wipe it off. At the beginning of junior high school, the school organized all the freshmen to have a large-scale physical examination. When measuring my weight, the problem appeared. The indicator needle just shook twice symbolically and almost returned to its original place, the staff walked forward to take a shot with the mentality of maintenance. It still straightened its small body as if it was frozen stiff. He looked at me up and down reluctantly, then I suddenly realized that I announced to the crowd with trembling lips, “This is the youngest classmate I have ever seen! All of a sudden, people around looked here curiously like visiting other people. I was born to be shy and didn’t know what it was. At this moment, I lowered my head, and my face was like a hot fire burning brightly. It was from that moment on that I was heartbroken to say goodbye to the great head, and reluctantly welcomed a miserable monkey! From then on, whenever I met someone I knew on campus, they would always snicker at me, let alone in the class, even a math teacher asked me to answer a question, which was matched by this. In order to change such a bleak situation, I once gritted my teeth and made up my mind to gain weight. The meal increased from three times a day to five times. I took boxes of stomach-strengthening drugs one after another, I tasted all kinds of unknown secret recipes in the corners. Except that I felt sick when I saw the food later, it had no effect and was helpless, I had no choice but to let the tragedy continue until I graduated from junior high school. In the first year of senior high school, I didn’t know which one of my strengths was wrong. I fell in love with the loneliest professional writing in the world inexplicably and indulged in the inner writing of talking to myself without any help, the article failed to publish an ambitious dream of publishing a book, and the whole person was a madman. At a class meeting, the squad leader asked everyone to talk about their own life ideals. I volunteered to stand up and promised to be Han Han’s second (Han Han just appeared in the triple gate at that time, it was just when the limelight was in good shape), the voice just fell, and there suddenly came a burst of laughter around. The squad leader on the platform tried hard to suppress the excitement and helped the glasses that almost slipped off, smiled slightly and said to me: Oh, then aren’t you cold er? As soon as these words came out, the laughter that had just calmed down around me surged again like the rising tide. I struggled a few times in the key area where the current was the most rapid, finally, due to lack of physical strength, he lowered his head and nearly drowned in it. As you expected, then I became a new talk handed down by everyone after dinner as Han er. They were happy, but what about me? Under the pressure of strong public opinion, he was in deep sorrow all day long, nearly suffering from depression. He had no mind to write something to say, and he also wasted his serious study. How did I say that sentence? I lived on my own. Three years later, I finally paid a bloody price for writing blindly. After failing the college entrance examination, I reluctantly chose to restudy, I don’t want to read like this for three fucking years, which is as endless as the senior fan Jinzhong. I thought it would be safe to be assigned to a new class, but there was no airtight wall in the world. Just as I enjoyed the peace of one side happily, it was widely spread in the class that I was the famous modern Fan Jin. Later, I was honored as Mr. fan and became popular in the whole senior three grade group. What was slightly different from other celebrities was that what my fans presented were not flowers and applause, but disdainful supercilious eyes and sneer. Luckily, in the third year, I finally fought out a bloody way and was admitted by a university in the provincial capital. The degree of joy was no less than that of Fan Jin who was in the middle of the year, but my qualifications were too shallow, the mind is still clear, and it has not been able to develop to the realm of madness. I thought everything would come to an end after escaping from that sad place. Since then, I could live a peaceful life without worry, but things were far from what I expected. When I just entered the university, it was the general trend. In order not to be too outdated, I also fell in love hurriedly with the footsteps of the big army, for the first time in his life, he who was always unslim picked up the mirror that had been left out for a long time. He often looked inside with a pose on his face. This matter was seen by the buddy who slept in my lower berth. I don’t know from which day, he suddenly sniffed a face and called my handsome brother, this title, which seemed to be ordinary but had a strong comedy effect, spread rapidly throughout the dormitory. I could only accept this cruel reality eagerly as I did every time before, A series of raging tears rushed into the stomach desperately, and the feeling was extremely painful. Among these various nicknames, I have been living for more than ten years, exhausted both physically and mentally, and becoming numb day by day. Therefore, I have developed a strong psychological quality which is incomprehensible by mistake, maybe this is a gift given by God for the sake that I am more wronged than Dou E. 2009.1.7 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…

Who will hold the hand and grow old?

I always feel that holding my hand is the most romantic thing to grow old with my son. In today’s fast-paced era, the oath and wish to hold hands and grow old with you may seem old-fashioned and outdated, but I believe that some people are willing to regard it as the most romantic thing. A song was popular in the 1990 s, called the most romantic thing: the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you. Hold Your Hand and grow old with you, but who will hold your hand and grow old with you? Those who once said that they would stay together forever. If you never leave me, I will never give up the oath of love, how pale and powerless it is. In front of the reality, the so-called mountain without edge, the heaven and earth together, dare to swear with the king, long ago under the erosion of time, weathered, died, disappeared, disappeared. Some people walk away and love fades away. I don’t know where the intersection is and I can’t find each other. So, lonely, sad and painful. Once upon a time, I hope to collect the laughter with whom, and then I will sit in the rocking chair and chat slowly. Once upon a time, he still regarded me as a treasure in his hands until they were old. Once there were some people who had something, but they couldn’t go back after they missed it. Because the scenery on the road has changed, and it is no longer the original spring scenery. As limanzhen said to Shijun in “half a lifetime”, we can’t go back. Cannot go back! It may be full of regrets, but I can’t go back. The most romantic thing about Zhao Yonghua was still singing softly, sitting on the carpet with his back against his back, listening to music and talking about wishes. You want me to be more and more gentle, and I want you to put me in my heart. You said you wanted to send me a romantic dream. Thank you for taking you to heaven, even if it takes you a lifetime to complete it. As long as I promise you, you will remember it. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you. I collected a little bit of laughter along the way. After that, I sat in a rocking chair and chatted slowly. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you until we can’t go anywhere. You still regard me as the treasure in your hands. However, the couple who once said they would hold their hands and grow old with Zi, sitting in a rocking chair and chatting slowly, now where are they scattered? After all, who will hold the hand and live? -A 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…

Vines

I remember that many years ago, I read a novel like a wooden house full of green vines by Gu Hua. I have always been longing for a house full of green vines. Living in high-rise buildings in the city, it is a kind of extravagant hope to want such a house. Let the House be covered with green vines, the feeling of seclusion, simplicity and spirituality is really infinite yearning. Coffee houses or bars in the city may be like that, but it is not a home, but a place that gives people a leisurely release occasionally. When decorating the house, in order to have a quiet place in the tall buildings, I plan to make the balcony covered with green vines. In this way, I occasionally sit on the balcony reading books or daze, watching the sunshine interspersed from the branches and leaves of the green vines. The light and shadow like the shadow appear on my body repeatedly, and then on the book, then on the ground, the vine leaves are projected on the cobblestone floor tiles, and the alternate floating light of the shade and sunshine, the feeling of idleness in time is so pleasant! After thinking like this, I couldn’t wait to set up a balcony. The balcony was equipped with an invisible anti-theft net, and the thin steel wire strip could be used to decorate. Because I wanted to see the effect eagerly, I had to buy some fake leaves (made of plastic) in the flower shop in a hurry, and hung them on the balcony one by one, the top of the balcony is also fixed horizontally, the effect is really good. Especially when I get up in the morning and open the door of the balcony, the bonsai on the ground is in full bloom with Yingshanhong, gardenia, Jasmine, osmanthus, cuckoo and so on according to the season, but the above are strips of vine leaves vertically down, under the sunshine, I danced with the wind, and my mood also rose. When this kind of fake Vine was swaying there in this inherent way for a long time and became a motionless scenery, it began to reject this kind of unreal thing in my heart. Because it has no life, it cannot be called a plant. Just when we were going to replace it, looking for a kind of vine that could climb the wall everywhere. One day, a small unknown grass suddenly jumped out of a basin of Orange. We are wondering how these flowers and trees which have been processed in the greenhouse can have weeds breeding, but the weeds grow crazily at an extremely fast speed. When the shape of its seedlings and strips kept climbing up, and then climbed around to find the foothold, it was known that an unknown wild vine seed accidentally fell into the flowerpot, this little life was born. This vigorous little life accidentally gave us a lot of joy and surprise. Every day, I watched it climb over the steel bars one after another in its emerald green coat, and slowly covered its soft posture on the hard window lattices one after another. The joy in my heart was moving. Wild Vine, how tenacious its vitality is. When other flowers and trees can only survive through careful maintenance, they are attached to another pot of flowers and trees to shine together. It was just in response to the poem which was intended to plant flowers without hair, but did not intend to insert Willows into the shade. After a long time, I slowly recalled the origin of this seed. One weekend, we went to a deserted place to find soil for flowerpots. Maybe the seeds of wild vines were brought home by us in this way. In the flowerpot, there is flower fertilizer that we just put on soon. Wild seeds are born in fertile soil, which is just like a fish in water. When it stretched to the window lattices, I immediately tore off the fake branches which now looked like foreign matters. He pulled out the pot of old oranges symbolizing auspiciousness again, because the fruits he received earlier were all gone, and he was afraid that he would wait another year for the result. Wild vines were preserved as flowers and trees by me, and soon the whole balcony was covered with the aura of plants. Flowers, trees, vines, and flowing light and shadow interweave into a pleasant scenery. However, after all, wild vines are just wild vines. After a winter transformation, wild vines also slowly shed their green clothes, leaving countless skinny branches clinging to the window lattice, the withered black figure also lost the touching brilliance of the past. When I saw several kinds of green climbing vines in the flower market today, I heard from the owner of the flower market that such vines would not leave leaves even in winter. After hesitating for a while, I decided to replace the wild vine. When I wanted to pull it out, I felt a little attached and reluctant. Maybe people have feelings for life, let alone meet us in my home day and night, the wild vine who has contributed his whole life. Take this article as a memorial to wild vines! 2012.3.4 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…

Thoughts of writing long novels

Maybe I am very arrogant, but I am very confident. I have been studying writing for a long time, and finally I have not achieved much, but I am not discouraged; Because I like literature and regard literature as life; I often think that maybe I won’t be famous for writing for my whole life, but at least after a hundred years, I will have no regrets, because I have struggled; Life is to strive for a goal, otherwise, what is the reason why people live? This proposition will always bother many people; When people around me heard that I was writing a long novel, some people were surprised; Some people laughed at me; Others joked with me, “Did you publish it? Can earn royalties? But I can’t answer to others. What do you think these people say? You can’t say that people ask wrong questions, they are very realistic; Labor is for gains, I understand this truth, but writing novels does not require physical labor, she and this matter are different things, you tell others that it is unnecessary, They would laugh at you even if you don’t mention it. Sometimes they call you both funny and annoying. Only people who like literature can know the bitterness. I have been fond of literature since I was fifteen years old. When I was in high school, I wrote a reportage named blood debt, which involved love issues and was widely spread among my classmates, but in the end, I was criticized by the principal; At that time, I thought I was right. After I entered the Normal School, I am was assigned to the Chinese class because my Chinese scores were higher than those of other courses, I was in charge of the school’s publication “seeking”. After graduation, I voluntarily signed up for the Qinling Mountain area. That was because my family lost the chance to go to college and was unwilling, so I signed up for the mountain area, many people don’t understand and say that I am in the limelight. In fact, how do they know me? Finally, I worked in the mountainous area for three years and taught myself Japanese. I wanted to take part in the college entrance examination again, but in the end, because of the policy of education and the shortage of public teachers, I was not allowed to apply for the university; in fact, I was too honest at that time. I didn’t have to say hello to the education bureau and sign up secretly. But I was born honest, but I wouldn’t do that. As a result, I couldn’t talk about college entrance examination; at that time, I was already a 28-year-old boy, and my peers had already married, Some children who got married early were just a few years old, so my family members were anxious and neighbors all talked about it. The pressure of public opinion forced me to consider marriage. I went to find a lover according to my own ideas, I am very simple person. Although it is romantic for me to write novels, I am indeed conservative in real life, which may be due to the influence of Confucian culture. I always think that my wife is in good health at first. She is a man of good health and has a heart-to-heart discussion. She is gentle, virtuous and hardworking. Other so-called common language, cultural level, whether she has a job or not, it doesn’t matter; You should know that we paid attention to dual employees at that time, but what I thought was that my parents had only one son. If they left home, who would support their parents? This is not something you say. If you eat the food of the country, you must abide by the rules of the country. It will be difficult to be honest and filial at that time! So I chose my present lover. She is gentle, virtuous, hardworking, beautiful and dignified, and now she is fat in middle age. Married life is real, I can’t tolerate romance again, Although I still like literature, life forced me to go to sea, so I went to sea, but I still wrote in Shenzhen, and in Linhai, Zhejiang, I still wrote, of course, I was amateur; later, I went to Lianyungang. I was still a household secretary, and I still couldn’t leave writing. After experiencing a lot, my mood was very complicated. The society had entered the era of money, your poor people will laugh at you. Isn’t there anyone who satirizes that poets starve to death sitting on the moon? This sentence impressed me very much. I crawled and fought in the business world, experienced all the ups and downs in the world, and learned a lot of knowledge that I could never learn from textbooks, that is the continuous enrichment of social experience. There was a period of time when I was obsessed with mahjong. I was so obsessed that I forgot to eat and sleep, which made my family and unit leaders dislike it. I was extremely depressed, once in a while, I had a chance to meet a literary friend around me. She even hadn’t married for her whole life for the sake of literature, but she was setting up a literary newspaper alone. We felt very anxious to meet each other late, she smiled and said to me, why didn’t you come before? I said that if it weren’t for me running away for my father-in-law to send calligraphy works, maybe we wouldn’t know each other for life. She enthusiastically asked me to join the literary society and serve as the deputy editor-in-chief, and I readily agreed; from then on, I lived again and my soul revived. Returning to the world of literary creation, is this called the world of returning? I walked out and communicated with the vast number of literary friends. My horizon and mind were broadened. I got acquainted with many literary friends and got acquainted with Mr. Zhao Feng, the proses of Hu County, and asked him to give me guidance, although he was very busy, he still helped me a lot, making comments and recommendations, which helped me improve my enthusiasm unprecedentedly; Since I bought a computer in March this year, I have been fond of it; learning writing on it has made rapid progress, especially making many friends. Most of these literary friends are literature lovers and have helped me a lot. He taught me to write articles and invited me to join the literary society, it broadened my horizon. Since June, I started to write the novella “soul broken Ma yingpo”. Unexpectedly, it took only 19 days to thank the work of 80,000 words, Regardless of the level of the work, at least writing so many words in such a short time is worthy of myself, and now it has entered the writing of another full-length novel “The flames of war in Guanzhong, this novel has been imagined in my mind for many years. It was in 1984 when I was still teaching in Qinling Mountain area. Once I borrowed a bike to go home because of the inconvenient transportation in the mountain area, I didn’t expect an accident on the way, due to the rugged road, I turned a somersault carelessly. When I found out, I had already sat on the edge of the deep ditch, and below was the bottomless Valley with fog floating, there were several GoHawks flying in the fog, but my bicycle was rolling on the hillside nearby, and finally it was placed on the tree branch on the hillside; I was in shock, I climbed up to the hillside and carried the bike back. I sat on the mountain road and had a rest for a while. At this time, I felt a little painful. When I took a photo of the bicycle bell, I found that I had rubbed off a large piece of my face, I endured the pain, stripped off the skin with my hand, tore the shirt and bandaged my face, and rode back on the car. When it was already dark in the county, I found my third uncle, Mr. Hui Dijun, He was writing county annals in the county at this time. I saw many memoirs on the limit of the first issue, which were about Zhou Zhi’s underground party. I was very excited at that time, I thought that one day I must write a full-length novel to build a monument for these people who once contributed to the liberation of my hometown. This idea has been bothering me for many years, I used to write some small length, but I always felt it was unsatisfactory, so these thoughts became regrets in my heart, because I and that one seldom wrote for a long time, and the words gradually left me, that kind of warm feeling almost disappeared; I also became the same as ordinary people, and my sensitive heart was numb. When I heard someone talking about my obsession with mahjong in beihou, my heart was bleeding, and I hated myself for being disappointing. I had something to be caught by others, so I left the gambling world cruelly and picked up the pen again, after finishing writing “The soul breaks Ma yingpo”, I have the impulse to write “the flames of war in Guanzhong”. I didn’t expect that it would be out of control. I think my writing is completely for the dream in my heart, I wanted to write a full-length novel to express my respect and memory for these revolutionary predecessors after reading the county annals in those years. Today, I have done it, and I write three to five thousand words every day. I have a good spirit and don’t feel tired at all. I talk to my predecessors in my mind, I poured out my infinite respect and admiration for them in my heart. Of course, many stories were made up by me, because I didn’t have any information in this aspect at all, so I just wanted to say it, there is one sentence that can inspire me, so I can use him to compose many stories and write a long novel. This sentence has I am been said, but it can at least express my writing passion, I think I may have really come to the time when the passion of writing is burning. I have a lot of words in my heart compared with literary friends. Don’t feel inferior, be confident, and we can do what others can do, work hard, friends, let’s work together silently. I believe that Chinese literary circles will not forget that we stick to it silently, because the literary circles seem to be very depressed and silent, only we, nobody, are worrying about the Chinese literary world! I am person who tells the truth, the character is not only a literary character, I will use silent cultivation to make my life more beautiful and fulfilling in the latter half of my life. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Streamer engraved on the white wall of memory

Color, the vision is full of white, white to the extreme, pure to monotonous. No red orange yellow green blue purple, no color. This night is doomed to suffer from insomnia. The abnormal activity of brain cells at this night may be due to something that comes to mind: some memories, or some people. In fact, I shouldn’t think about that. Thinking too much will only make me deeply trapped, and I am afraid that I can’t help myself in the end. Listening to the fast-moving vehicles outside the window, I suddenly felt sad about the flowing light which was also disappearing rapidly. The hourglass on the table was dropping bit by bit, and time was running away like this. Finally, the hourglass was dripping away, and the time flowing away could not be found back. However, I am a persistent person, I am still running around and looking for the lost time. It was not until one day that I saw the streamer engraved on the wall with gray memory that I realized that some memories had become gray and some people had begun to become blurred and faded. Maybe I have already understood how to be relieved. When the memories of the past can no longer make ripples here, I think I am really grow up. I will continue to travel and search, but I will not seize the memory and refuse to let go. Maybe one day, I will stand on the pale wall of memory and say to you: Look, I once carved my most beautiful streamer there. 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…

Warm memories drifting away in spring

Spring came quietly, and the warm sunshine was like its servant, following behind him, sweeping the footprints of the winter with warm hands. On the wilderness, there was a pleasant scene of singing and dancing, and the spring was full of earth. People can finally get rid of the bondage of winter, fly their dreams in the fields, let the dreams fly freely in the bright spring, and melt in the blue sky with white clouds. Become a beautiful scenery in spring. Let the impetuous heart bathe quietly in the spring breeze, let the warm wind gently touch the atrium, like a wisp of clear spring trickling through the heart, filtering out all selfish thoughts, and the heart is as calm as a pool of lake water, slowly rising slightly drunk, like a tired traveller, finally returned to his hometown home, put down all the burdens, heart can have a good rest. However, the intoxicating beauty and familiar atmosphere. I can’t help reminding people of those warm memories that have gone like colorful clouds in spring. I remember that spring is the most beautiful season when I was young. From the green grass, wild flowers bloom by themselves, and the grass is filled with strong fragrance. Colorful butterflies, like dragonflies and water, are busy on the stamens. Lonely flowers are like seeing intimate lovers, all of whom are delighted. After school, this is the paradise for my friends and me. Running wildly in the grass, catching beautiful butterflies. Tired of playing, lying quietly on the grass, listening to birds and bees singing softly. Or pick a few wild flowers in your hands, put them under your nose, and gently Dream of Spring in the thick fragrance of flowers. After the setting sun smeared the resplendent and glorious surroundings, he picked up his schoolbag and went home reluctantly. In my mother’s complaint, I had dinner hurriedly. Then he slipped into his own cabin, took out the flowers in the book and thought about the mind that only the moon could understand. Ren Moonlight crept all over the desk secretly, just like waking up in a dream, thinking of the homework not done, she finished her work for a while. The bright moonlight outside the window was flowing like silver. The round smiling face of the Moon, against the window glass, seems to be gently calling. My heart is like a disturbed lake water. In the ripples of light, my dream is gone. In spring, the cute little rabbit also regained its exquisite and lively appearance. My mother told him to gouge out the grass for it every day. I like to pull rabbit grass most and feel free. I don’t want to be summoned by my mother at home to do housework that I hate. A man took a small shovel and carried a small basket, and went to the far field to find the milk pulp grass that rabbits like most. Blue sky, white clouds fluttering, flying freely. Just like this moment, my happy heart is flying in the wilderness. Birds twitched around me as if they were welcoming me. Beside the canal with luxuriant green grass, the lush and dense reeds look like a green wall guarding the canal water. The breeze blew, the reeds rustled, as if whispering gently, warm and touching. I gouged out a basket full of milk pulp grass, put down the basket and found the most beautiful flowers among the wild flowers all over the ground. I took a lot of hands and danced happily. I was anxious to go back and share it with my friends. The spring breeze fondled on my face, and my red face was as delicate as the flowers in my hands. In the fragrance of flowers, my heart gradually got drunk. I didn’t rush back until my mother’s familiar call was sent to my ears by the spring breeze. At dusk, a touch of red glow dyed the western sky red, and the smoke of the kitchen curling around the sky of the village. My mother’s busiest time also came. After finishing dinner, she was busy cooking pig food. I helped wash the cut pig grass with clean water, and my mother also burnt the firewood in the hearth. I saw her sitting a big pot on the stove. With the sound of the well-paced air box, the flame danced rhythmically, and the water in the pot gradually creaked. My mother’s red face was so charming. My mother’s shallow smiling face also became my most beautiful memory in spring. The spring breeze blows every year, awakening my memory. For example, my close partner came here gently and recalled those warm and warm memories together in the gathering time and time again. Now, many years have passed, and every spring when the spring breeze warms me, looking at all the familiar things, the laughter of childhood will emerge in front of my eyes, my tired heart, it seemed that I had found a pure habitat, and those warm memories drifting away in spring suddenly became more and more precious. It was like a stream of warm current, which warmed my heart all the time. My mother’s deep love also warms my spring one after another. 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…

A piece of maple red, dyed in late autumn

At the frost dusk, I opened the window on a whim to look for the trace of late autumn. I had been looking for the whole dusk even at night. It seemed that I couldn’t find the golden color representing autumn in the southern part of nuoda. The full maple trees were as red as fire, which dyed the south of the Yangtze River into a Red Corridor. The original golden yellow was covered by pieces of red leaves. When Red Maple dyed in late autumn, some worries about autumn had already begun to stay away from us, although some people said that Red Maple represented parting. Picking up a piece of falling maple leaves, I tried to sketch the red maple and sorrow to draw a straight line of intersection, but I could not draw the outline all the time. In my vague memory, your words were engraved all the time: when the maple leaves were fluttering all over the mountain, they would not be far from getting together. Autumn is full of Frost, Maple is red like fire, everything means that my memory, like the clicked notebook, is opened and alive again. Looking through the red maple leaves in hand repeatedly, it seemed that the whole late autumn of Jiangnan lived in this red maple. Who, breathed like blue and walked through the misty rain of Jiangnan, a gentle greeting, a deep flute sound, and the laughter, sent me back to that autumn? Red Maple, you are like a key, let me open the locked heart lock. The oncoming wind is also urging me to hurry up. I was silent, and the past flashed. Xiao Qu’s red seems to be the only dress in late autumn. The East Mountain surrounded by red maple is in silence, burning a sunset glow. The cold wind stepped on two strings of footprints that could not be returned, which shivered the poor autumn night. A soft falling Maple Leaf gently held hands in the alley. The blue flagstone road falling down from maple leaves can grow from the sky to the ground, just like the best love, holding hands, never separate. You gently blew Xiao and gave all the emotions to the melody, which was the most emotional song I heard. In the past, my mind unexpectedly seemed to break a string and fall down all over the ground in time, place, characters and events. Sky no wind, dust alive. At the corner of the street, another red maple leaf fell in front of me. In a hurry, I heard your gentle breath. The voice stared at the falling red maple leaf. I had been listening to a voice. It hid in the panic stretching out from the maple leaves; It lingered in the branches and the Earth, abandoned in the air, and finally fell into the soil on the ground. The night was abandoned, and the whole south of the Yangtze River was in waiting. The sound is very low, some things are withering. Therefore, I tried my best to listen, together with Jiangnan and red maple. Keep a posture, in the wind, in the rain. This kind of sound makes pedestrians who return at night no longer afraid of darkness; This kind of sound makes the moon preserve the brilliance of five thousand years one by one. This kind of sound makes autumn cold warm; This kind of sound makes Lonely waiting meaningful. This kind of voice is saying, wait, when the Maple leaves turn red, I will come back, get together with you, and no longer separate. Waiting for maple red again and again, waiting again and again, from young youth to depressed youth, I seem to become another person. A piece of red maple witnessed all this. My hair had white spots and my eyes had crow’s feet. However, the blood flowing in my body waits for my soul together with the maple red again and again, even if the world is old! When the night was coming, the late autumn was changing makeup. The Red Maple was everywhere. The autumn wind blew through, just like countless red butterflies flying all over the sky, fluttering and falling one after another, which dyed the late autumn red. Looking up at the sky, with expectation, a piece of red brought a vigorous reunion. One year, one month, one day, in the name of waiting, I planted a piece of red maple in the south of the Yangtze River between you and me. 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…

Life

The first one was the two aunts who did cleaning, and then the nurse lady who came to measure her father’s temperature. When the nurse who took the temperature just left, the nurse who measured the blood pressure followed in. The nurse who measured the blood pressure hadn’t left yet, and the nurse who sent oral medicine with a white tray at hand came. Before his father took the oral medicine, the two nurses who made the bed entered the room twitteringly. Two nurses with loud voices were working while talking about something interesting in the movie “33 days of brokenhearted love”. After they finished their work, they just went out of the door, the chief doctor of inpatient department, together with the attending doctor, ward doctor and two interns, opened the ward door to check the patients with a gust of cold air. The air conditioner in the room accumulated the heating all night, which was taken away by the staff back and forth, and the temperature in the room dropped sharply. Aside, my son, who loved grandpa, murmured angrily. I hurried to persuade my son that they were also for work. To be more pleasant, they served the patients. In fact, they were also for life, and they would be fine after they finished their work. When my father finished the breakfast, the nurse hung the potion on her arm for my father. It was almost nine o’clock, and the ward was really quiet, looking at the old father lying on the bed with a needle, my heart is very sour. My father was old, and he had paid too much for the life of his family. The heavy life bent my father’s waist. A few years ago, my family was poor. It was my father’s tireless Mountain. He worked hard in the fields to support his family. At that time, he was ill. Now life is better and I have money. My father’s body is also like a machine that has been used for a long time. He wears too much, and the parts are damaged, so he can’t start up. My whole body is sick, my legs hurt and my arms have no strength. A few days ago, it was my mother who called me and said that my father couldn’t stand the leg pain when he was walking. In this way, I came back from other places and took my father to the city hospital for examination and treatment. It is a very slow thing to put a hanging needle. The prepared potion is injected into the blood vessel drop by drop from the plastic medicine bottle through the infusion tube, so time passes slowly. My father was half lying on the bed and narrowed his eyes to rest. I turned on the computer on the simple escort bed and wanted to write something about my father, but my thoughts could not sink. The ward was very quiet, only the air conditioner was blowing warm wind very loudly. Suddenly, the door of the ward was pushed open again. I looked up and found that it was my mother who came from home. Two people came in one after another behind my mother. I know a couple of neighbors in our hometown. They hurried to the House and hugged each other. At first, I thought they also came to visit my father, because these days, my relatives and friends all came to see my father after knowing that he was hospitalized. However, I didn’t know until my mother said that they came to see a doctor. It was my mother who met them in the outpatient hall. The couple were neighbors of our hometown in the countryside. The man’s surname was Liu, wearing a gray uniform with the words of Changzhou security embroidered on his chest and shoulder. He is 49 years old this year, and he has to call me grandpa because he is a very old relative. He is more than ten years older than me. He is honest and honest with a little stuttering. His wife, my name is second sister, she is the second daughter of my father Ren brother, and their marriage is a big matchmaker for my father. I vaguely remembered that the good news of their two families at that time was still my legs running. They were very happy after marriage. During the three years, the second sister gave birth to two sons, named Dagang and Ergang. 98 years later, the couple and his cousin Tiefu sold vegetables together in a vegetable market in Huangpu, Shanghai. They worked for several years. Later they heard that they went to Changzhou to sell vegetables. When they were in Shanghai, we often get together and drink. Since they went to Changzhou, we had fewer chances to meet each other. We hadn’t seen each other for several years. We met each other in the hospital today. We looked at each other’s aging, and we all sighed with emotion in our hearts, there are more words. During the conversation, I picked up my father’s cigarette and handed it to him, (I don’t have a cigarette, I don’t smoke) he put it aside his mouth and said that smoking was not allowed in the ward. I said that I was afraid of nothing, we are a single ward, no one else. At this time, the second sister asked: How much is a single ward per day?. 180, one day, my mother answered beside me. My God, 180, how many steamed buns do you have to steam to earn. The second sister spoke to herself weakly beside her. I listened to the second sister’s words in a daze. I quickly asked about the topic, who was uncomfortable and what kind of disease did you see. My mother told me that they came to see the second sister. Seven or eight days ago, the second sister had low back pain and could not stand her waist. She thought that she was tired from work and shed a lot of blood, it is not like menstruation, which is more frequent than menstruation, but also accompanied by a stomachache. These days, I have bled too much, and the whole person is dizzy. Then I think of going to a small clinic to see it, the doctors in the small clinic did not dare to see them. They rushed to the city hospital overnight. I have checked the blood just now, but it turned out to be severe anemia. I also checked gynecology, The result is that uterine inflammation is accompanied by uterine bleeding, which requires uterine scraping operation in the afternoon and hospitalization. The second elder sister didn’t agree to be hospitalized, saying that she would go home to recuperate immediately after the operation. The Second Elder sister also said that doing uterine scraping was like abortion, and there was no need for treatment. When she went back to drink a few more old hen soup, she would, hospitals are cheating money. When they had a rest in the cold outpatient hall, they met mum, who took them to father’s ward to have a rest. After listening to my mother’s introduction, my father and I strongly opposed the second sister. The couple insisted that they had nothing to do. They went back after the operation in the afternoon, and there was no one to wear the children at home. While talking, the second sister pinched the head with white hair with her right hand and said she felt dizzy, lying on the simple accompanying bed to rest. After more than twelve o’clock, father’s potion had already been hung up, so we went downstairs to have dinner. Because the second sister was going to have an operation in the afternoon, the doctor refused to eat anything, so she stayed in the ward. Not far from the hospital, we found a nice restaurant and ordered several home-cooked dishes, a pot of miscellaneous fish and a bottle of Yanghe white wine. We drank them. After drinking for three times, the old neighbor looked at me, sighed a lot, took up the glass and gulped down and said sorrow! I was almost crushed to death by this heavy life. Do you know how much debt I have borrowed now? He asked. I shook my head, nearly 100,000 yuan, and there were 30,000 yuan usury. Didn’t you make a lot of money selling vegetables a few years ago? I asked, those tens of thousands have already been spent. It turned out that he had accumulated tens of thousands of years ago, but when his two sons grew up, they began to spend money. After his eldest son graduated from junior high school, he went to Shanghai to work, I have learned how to eat and drink. I work outside every year and save less than a penny every year. When the second son was in the second year of high school in picheng middle school, he fell in love with the female classmates in the class. Soon both of them were pregnant and dropped out of school. The second son with a childish face was still a child, I upgraded to be a father. It was a happy thing that he had a grandson at such a young age in the countryside. But when his grandson was three years old, his second daughter-in-law who worked in Changzhou ran away with others, I don’t even want children. Then the eldest son also talked about a girlfriend in the same village. The other’s parents asked to build a house with a square yard in front and back. Thinking about his son’s situation, he gritted his teeth and agreed. He just borrowed 50,000, plus forward years of savings, in the village built before bungalow, large daughter-in-law is given birth and after, this year after new year, nine got married. Apart from those used for laying the foundation, there were still a lot of money for the bride gifts they received for the wedding banquet, but who knew that their family posted the gift instead, and they lost a lot of money at once. In March this year, my second son met a girl from Anhui on the Internet, and they didn’t dislike him as the head of the second marriage. (in our hometown, as long as he had children, If you get married again, you will be called the head of the second marriage.) don’t dislike him having children and want to marry him. The woman’s parents also come and read, associated themselves with, only requirement is to 60,000 block money dowry money, they also promised, East borrow money, West with usury, when the woman’s parents happily took the money and left her daughter back, they said that they would give them a happy event around August 15. May first three months, that girl back, also ran, ran without a trace, he and two sons to Anhui several times, as long as back more than 20,000 block money back, the remaining nearly 40,000 Yuan was hit by Shui Piao. Since so many things happened, and his parents were too old to do farm work, he had not gone out to work and do business, so he steamed steamed buns at home, at 12 o’clock every night, I got up to Cook steamed buns in a pot. Before dawn, I walked around the village to sell steamed buns. I could earn 30 to 50 yuan a day for four yuan. During the chat, the bottle of white wine was drunk without paying attention to it. Seeing that it was still early, everyone left the hotel to the hospital after drinking two more bottles of beer. Because my father only had a hanging needle in the morning, and it was fine in the afternoon, so I accompanied my second sister to the gynecology department on the third floor. After a long queue, I came to my second sister. Before the operation, a doctor asked the second sister whether to do ordinary surgery or painless surgery. Painless surgery costs 200 yuan more than ordinary surgery. The second sister added: 200 yuan, how many steamed buns do I have to steam to earn, children have to buy cotton shoes, cotton caps, all have to use money, or take ordinary surgery, I endured it and passed away. Hearing this, I feel very distressed. The operation lasted for a long time. Neighbors sat on the chair in front of the operating room, smoking one by one, which made them very worried. The operation was finally completed. The second sister was moving out of the operating room slowly with her hands touching the wall. When we saw her, we hurried to pull her to the chair. Second sister’s face was very pale, her lips trembled slightly, her hands covered her belly, her brows frowned, sweat and tears flowed down from second sister’s thin cheek. After a long rest, the second sister opened her mouth and whispered to the old neighbor, “Go and have a look. Can the hospital reimburse us for the money we spent just now? We have rural medical insurance. The neighbor went there for a while, and came back with a face of frustration, telling us that this was the outpatient fee, and the hospital didn’t report it, so the hospital only reported half of the hospitalization fee. After hearing this, the second sister scolded the hospital angrily for several times. Because the second sister was anxious to go back, no one could stop her, so I had to go downstairs, went to the gate of the hospital, found a taxi, negotiated the price, and I paid off. The driver’s little brother drove the car directly to the hospital. We helped the second sister get on the car and told her to have a good rest after getting home. Watching the taxi go away, I felt a sense of sorrow in my heart. When the car left the hospital, it began to get dark. On the way to the gate of the hospital, people came and went home hurriedly, working, going to school, doing business, after all the hard work of the day, we will welcome tomorrow’s life after a short rest. Not far away, the city hospital had met him. At the gate of Hualian happy buy supermarket, a disabled person singing for money was naked with his only arm, not afraid of the cold, pushing a trolley, I was singing the song “How is life so difficult”, which was a little out of tune and a little desolate. With the cold wind, it drifted far away. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Spring rain ticking

Hickory Dickory Dock, tonal tonal flat. Spring rain lightly twirled on the silent night with clear and definite rhythm. I listened carefully under the window with devout and clean ears. Listening to the patter of rain is like listening to the Book of Songs, listening to the sounds of nature, listening to a long-lost wind and rain old friend crying and complaining to me in spring night. I think of a dawn with spring rain when I was young. Through the window full of raindrops on the train, I watched the trees and fields drifting away in the dark while thinking about my mind. At this time, a song was played in the carriage: I stepped on the constant pace to cooperate with your arrival. Please follow me when I was in a hurry and hesitated. With dreamy expectations, I can’t control my feelings. Please follow me when you don’t pay attention. Don’t say that is the world you can’t predict. Your eyes have told me that when the spring rain is floating on the tip of your endless hair, wearing your crystal bead chain, please come with me. At that time, my heart moved, crystal beads! What a beautiful metaphor, what a beautiful rain bead. Imagine that the man I loved suddenly stood in front of me, whose hair was full of rain beads. He stretched out his hand to me slowly with a smile and said, “Please follow me. I will hold his hand without hesitation, leave with him, take me to the end of the world, to the Cape, to an unpredictable world …… a spring rain blocked the road, blocking the mood, it gives birth to some stories. These stories are tortuous and tortuous, difficult to continue, and difficult to disperse, ups and downs, winding paths, mixed sorrow and happiness, entangled people. The story of the world, how is a love word? Love is lingering and sentimental; It is hard to do whatever you want; I feel anxious and heartbroken; I feel painful to tear the liver and split the lung; But I find him in the middle of the water, the reed is pale and White Dew is frost, the road is curved and long; there is no time for you to return. The ends of the sea and the end of the world are poor, Green and Yellow Springs, leaving only this endless period of hatred. The story is on stage and the tragedy is ending. It has been like this for thousands of years. Everlasting never changes and there is no place to complain. Tick-Tock, I can’t remember how many such rainy nights can’t fall asleep. I like “listening to rain” written by Jiang Jie from Song Dynasty: when young people listen to rain songs, the red candles faint on the upstairs. When listening to the rain in the prime of life, the river is wide and the clouds are low. The broken geese are called the West Wind. Now when listening to the rain, the temples are already stars. Joys and sorrows are always Ruthless. Before the first order, dribs and drabs to the dawn. I think this gentleman heard the rain and heard the state. From youth to middle age and then to old age, it spans time and space, and summarizes one’s whole life with the feeling of listening to rain in three age groups. Young Romance, wandering in prime of life, lonely and cold in old age, profound and unique perception of life, that is, sorrow, joy, separation and reunion are always ruthless! Really detached and calm, totally enlightened. And I, a woman, a woman who is about to grow old, no longer hear those flying dusk rolls and clouds cuixuan in the spring rain, and no longer have beautiful raindrops and wind and smoke boats in my eyes. The passion and pride of life have gradually faded. Facing the hardship of life and the uncertainty of life, I am calm and light-weight in my heart. Tick-Tock, sorrow and joy are always heartless, and the saying is heartless but affectionate. Stop it, just say it! 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 shake off these melancholy

Maybe it was because of the remote and backward countryside, without all the light thousand equipments, my only way to communicate with my friends was blocked. The day before yesterday, “prosperity is as sweet as the past” only left the end, but can not send out to meet friends, which regret and depression in my heart can not be said. In the face of helplessness, I am really helpless. I am not happy even though my words are beautiful and my passion is flying. Although it was sunny after rain, the sun was shining and the slight breeze was blowing slowly, the sky of my heart seemed to be overcast. Human is an emotional animal, I am a person who is too emotional; The diary in the heart of ordinary people is just for fun, but in my heart, I always feel that I don’t greet my friends, which is always a bad feeling in my heart. There are so many good friends caring for me in the space; The northeast, the capital and the grassland don’t give you a mood diary as a gift in all directions, which is very uncomfortable. When I was helpless, I had to comfort my lonely soul by adopting the hair that I had been used to for a long time. The habit of loving literature for many years has formed such a habit; That is to use my soul which I think is full of infinite imagination to let the wings of imagination fly to the fullest to make a great mood conversion. Lol. I will use the warmth of summer to dispel the cold of my body in winter; Use the enrichment of harvest in autumn to replace the barren years I once had; I often close my eyes in the scorching sun of summer and reverie: The beauty of spring is very charming, and those tender green leeks and fresh green grass make me feel relaxed and happy; And it seems to see early summer in front of the autumn wind Xiao Su, the season of red, thin, green and fat is so poetic. Sometimes I would make the sky of my heart show the bright moon in the long night, imagining that I was back to my youth, holding hands with my lover and strolling under the moon, the figure of the two people loved each other tightly. The refreshing glow of the warm moon of the bather was still used by my hair which was full of cakes to satisfy hunger. I used the method I invented to quench thirst, which was really great; spiritually enriched, no more hunger, no more sweetness in the mouth, no more thirst. Ha ha ha, I’m full of food and drink, and I’m full of energy. The sky of the soul is shining in the sun, and the Lake of the soul is full of blue and blue. The slight wind blows slowly and low, and the water and the sky are calm; I feel that my soul is high again, and the wings of the soul are full of tension, although there was no hope of Kunpeng, he also wanted to fly into the sky; The dark clouds in his heart had gone, and his depressed mood had disappeared. Well, my friends, I use flowers to present Buddha and others keyboard to make my mood happy. My soul dances with the beat of the keyboard. I use these not beautiful and gorgeous words to make my soul public; I use these simple emotions and the hair that I think is brilliant to replace, which can make my mood regain pleasure and happiness, and communicate with friends in my heart, looking forward to seeing your attention and care, I am satisfied. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…