Snow way home

Near the new year’s end, the original plan of going home was disrupted by the hard-to-see snow. Railways, aviation and highways were blocked everywhere. We sat at home every day and watched CCTV news without a single word. Whether to return or not was also confirmed and denied by US for several times. A phone call with my husband’s former colleague reignited our hope of going home again: Beijing and Zhuhai are not accessible, take the Guangdong-Jiangxi Expressway, detour Jiangxi, and go to Changsha. 2 yue 4 ri at 4 in the morning, 4 car travel together, three of them back to Hunan, 1 car to Hubei, are husband former colleagues, inverted also unconsciously lonely. The day before was still sunny, but when I went out in the early morning, it began to rain. The cold wind blew through, and when it came to the source of the river, the rain gradually increased. Until entering the territory of Jiangxi, the rain stopped and the weather cleared up, so did our mood. As soon as I entered Jiangxi, I saw that there was no melting snow on the slightly higher mountain, which was white and extremely dazzling under the sunshine. The farther we go, the more snow there will be. Slowly we can see it on the roadside. The fog and ice that could only be seen on TV before are now really seen. Entering the section of Ji ‘An, it was already deep in the mountain. Watching the car stop and go, I couldn’t sit still any more. When I stopped again, I urged my husband to stop the car and opened the door eagerly. There was no snow on the road, but there was a lot of snow on the roadside. I stepped on it slowly with my feet carefully and heard the creaking sound of snow rubbing with my shoes, pick up a piece of snow from the short pine branch, clench it tightly into a ball, and hold it in your hand to play. Looking at the two sides of the mountain again, there was thick snow everywhere. All the cars stopped and got off to enjoy the snow scene. Some even picked up cameras, and some simply jumped over the guardrail of the highway, to step on deeper and thicker snow. Such a beautiful snow scene is really rare in southern China. While appreciating the snow scene, we also saw the disaster brought by snow to nature: there were branches broken by heavy snow everywhere on the mountain, bare tree stakes were unevenly exposed, and some were from tree pockets, some were from the waist of the tree, and some simply broke the branches, with tall stumps standing upright. These trees, which didn’t know how many years would take to grow up, died ruthlessly by the heavy snow. The motorcade started to walk forward slowly again. Each time it took less than 2 minutes, it stopped again. So it was going to stop and go. It was almost dark. It was scheduled to run to Changsha before dark, now I can’t see even Ji ‘an. Luckily, my husband considered the problem carefully and bought enough food, so he didn’t have to worry about the food. Look at this place, there is no village in the front and no shop in the back, so he can’t buy it even if. My husband joked: Maybe we will be trapped here for the new year, but I even said no. Because this road was not allowed to leave after Beijing and Zhuhai were closed, it was diverted to this road. You can’t see the front and back of the car, at least thousands of cars are blocked, and most of them are cars at the beginning of the Cantonese plate, which shows that people are eager to go home! Just at this moment, the appeal of Jiangxi radio station came from the car radio, saying that the highway had been jammed and the National Road could be taken. At this time, we had already passed the National Highway and had to wait for the next entry point. What worries us most was that our car fuel was almost finished, My husband even dared not turn on the air conditioner. We were looking forward to arriving at the oil station as soon as possible. When we arrived slowly, we told them that there was no oil. The cars that needed to refuel were filled with gas stations, which led to the queue in the middle of the road, leading to traffic jam. Fortunately, there were ordinary people selling black oil with oil pots on the roadside. We bought it without hesitation, which was several times more expensive than the actual oil price. It was already completely dark, and the car was still walking forward like this. It was hard to wait until the second entry point. We walked on the national highway without thinking. The National Highway was far away from the highway, it was more than 30 kilometers from the highway to Ji’an. We ran for 4 hours on the National Highway and arrived at Ji’an City at 12: 30 in the evening. Several cars in the same trade had already been scattered, but they just met another former colleague on the National Highway and made an appointment to have the only meal in the Maojia restaurant for a day, I hurried to find a hotel to stay. The next morning, after asking about the route, we started to hit the road again. From Ji’an Anfu Fenyi, from Fenyi to Shanghai-Kunming Expressway, to Changsha, it was also smooth. Just in Fenyi, it snowed and fell on the window glass one after another. It was melted in an instant until the dense collection got bigger and bigger, in a low-lying Mountain, there were dense woods on both sides, and there was thick snow on the ground that no one stepped on. I suggested my husband to stop the car. I felt the snow floating on my body in person. I took off my down jacket like a child and asked my husband to take photos for me and take photos with my son. Before I had fun, my husband urged us to get on the bus. Due to the lack of cars, this day went smoothly. Finally, on the day before the New Year’s Eve, I returned to my desired hometown at 10 o’clock that night.. 2008.2.18 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…

Loquat

I remember that when we were young, we were short of supplies. In our childhood, snacks were fruits of several rare peach trees, plum trees and plum trees in front of and behind the house, except wild fruits in the mountains. Generally, it is wild and small. And loquat is the first ripe fruit among them, so the loquat on the two loquat trees next door, although only one big finger of adults, still makes our group of children greedy, heart greedy and mouth greedy. One afternoon, several people gathered together. They climbed trees and picked fruits. They robbed the old couple next door while they went out. As a result, although he was relieved of his greed, he was beaten and severely taught by his parents. I only remember the sour taste of loquat. Gradually, the taste of loquat faded out of my memory. That winter, I coughed badly. At that time, I took more than a dozen medicines to cure cough in the pharmacy, which was ineffective. When I went to see a doctor, he checked for me and got a perspective. Said there was nothing wrong with it. After prescribing the medicine, I took a look at the prescription. I had taken the medicine and told the names of more than a dozen medicines to cure fire cough and cold cough. Doctors helpless. Just like this, my cough lasted for winter and spring, but still coughed. The sick mother is worried. Mother inquired about the treatment method in many ways. There is one folk side: honey soaked loquat. Mother made every effort to get honey and loquat, soaked a large jar and stored it in a sealed manner. During the Dragon Boat Festival, my mother held it out and poured me a cup. She talked to me about how to get honey and loquat. For loquat, my mother went back to her hometown specially. The former neighbors heard that it was wen ya who wanted loquat to be a unilateral one, and they all competed to send loquat to their mother. Although there were not many loquat knots on every tree that year, but my mother received a full basket of loquat. After eating that jar of honey loquat, I really stopped coughing. And I have never suffered from this disease for more than ten years. Whenever I see Loquat, I miss my uncle and aunt in my hometown. I miss my mother’s painstaking efforts to find medicine for me. Deep family affection and homesickness hit my heart heavily. The loquat on the market is as big as an egg, which is juicy and sweet. I bought a box and asked my mother to give it to my relatives and friends. My mother told me that relatives and friends were not willing to eat at first. Say it’s not loquat, why is it so big and beautiful? My mother said it was a good seed and it was grafted. At that year’s agricultural fair, I specially bought several loquat trees and went back to my hometown, but unfortunately I didn’t cut them. The next year, I decided to buy it again. I must let my villagers eat the big loquat I planted. I really lived two trees for the second time. Three years later, it blossomed and came to fruition in another year. However, it is still smaller than the ones on the market, but bigger than the ones of villagers in the past. All of them come to eat loquat, which is a kind of loquat with fine trees bought by my Wenya. Aunt greeted, immediately gathered a group of people, picked one, peeled and coughed. Sweet taste refreshing! 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…

The soul waking up in spring–

When the morning wind blows down the dew of leaves, we never wake up. When dusk comes quietly and night falls, we can’t feel the time passing by in a hurry. Once upon a time, we took your instructions and walked through thousands of rivers and mountains, staying away from your hometown and living in a foreign land, with your smile, I forgot the misfortune and fatigue. After many trials and hardships, I traveled all the way. In your heart, I traveled in the space of the universe, walking alone on the Internet and writing youth in the space, you are a flag that guides us to get close to literature and life. The chains of liberation from the soul before and after are a heart lamp, lighting up the dark hut is a boat, paddling to the island of the soul, romantic love stories, sad whispers in autumn, distant starry sky by the sea, beautiful adiina by the water, sad Romeo and Juliet, the fate of silent struggle, The green sleeves narrated gently were dedicated to Alice devoutly, and I read the letter to my mother carefully, the age of poetry and the tune of water. Let our tired soul lean on your elegant country, Silent Night, read the persistent oath; Magnificent sea, breeding the cry of regret; Lonely moon, it conveys the missing of the Yiren; The misty smoke reminds me of my mother’s call. Heaven and Earth, a person’s night, quiet enjoy endless loneliness, Anne’s fairyland, let the soul be washed, infinite horizon, lonely wandering in the night sky, time is the hourglass of memory, love is the original scenery of hometown. It cuts a period of time to collect dreams, weaves a sentimental attachment to wrap sadness, and wears a square scarf to cover the dust of life. The path of life lengthens the warm nostalgia. Silent Eyes with missing, homesickness covered my face, missing spreading, homesickness window, homesickness, It is the care of the soul touching the dream. In the lonely days of the soul, the red sunset in the memory and the familiar and familiar face are always in the memory and hard to erase, just like the sand City which could erase the carving, but could not erase the trace of growth and fleeting time, which was covered with clothes. The time, the touch, the deep impression on the sky of the city, seemed to be nothingness, but also emerge. As spectacular and clear as a rainbow. The original scenery of my hometown, through the watch and expectation of my whole life, is the concern and impulse of my whole life. Finally, I came back with a heart I never forgot, even though the ends of the earth, the journey was bumpy, and the long-lost heart embraced with the brighter and brighter village appearance. The plain and clear scenery is no longer the misty and memory of yesterday. I was baptized in my mother’s River after a lonely moon was drunk with the sad homesickness. The original scenery of my hometown is a memory that I can’t pick up and can’t go back. It is a time when I hold it in my palm but can’t let it go. The scenery and memory will accompany me for my whole life. I also hung the carved scenery on the starry sky of the city, letting me see a bright moon in the lonely night sky. No matter how far she is, I can touch the beauty and body of the night sky. Warm my dusty journey. The first snow in winter, the quiet snow, the dream of snow, the moonlight on the shore, quietly want to stay in the music, the mountain, the man, the water, the window, the scenery-like clouds, scattered in the memory, the dawn of heroes wiped off the dust of history, and the delightful journey was like a canopy, recalling the past and touching some traces. For example, in this winter season, wandering in the ancient charm of Tang style and song Rain, listening to the sound of falling snow, let a soft mood go beyond the ladder of every thought, love and be loved, after all, it was a gorgeous encounter, the disappearing Sky City, a city, living alone in the network. Nothingness is a form. Understanding is a format. Different words are written in the same plot. In different dialogues, we can understand the strange life. Feel the same awakening in different endings. In a city, maybe there is only one person who can take you through the wonderful and painful life, or there is only one person who can make you unforgettable and heartbeating. Maybe only one city can make you feel the process of struggle, or only one city can make you forget all the sadness of wandering. Maybe there is only one city that can touch yourself to write a slight sadness, or there is only one city that can make you forget all the unfortunate struggles. The first rose of spring blooms in the darkness, and in the noisy world, or happy, sad, clamor, calm, hypocritical, or sincere. There is no distinction between nobility and lowliness in various postures. We are all the first Roses. Love is very simple. In the spring of April, our souls are all free. 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…

Lakes life

When I read martial arts novels in my childhood, I admire all kinds of heroes! Those stories of happiness, kindness and hatred are vivid in my mind. I often dream in my sleep that I have learned a good martial arts, a sword at my waist, a jade flute in my hand, a white dress, and stride on the jianghu Road, I came to a misty mountain and looked at the floating white clouds under my feet. A breeze blew my clothes. I played a jade flute against the dreamy mountain, the melodious and melodious voice passed through the mountain and drifted to a distant place where a beautiful woman was dancing. I smiled happily. My mother woke me up and asked me what I was laughing? I said: Mom, I dreamed of a very beautiful woman! My mother teased me and said: Don’t be shy! Only 13 or 14 years old, I dreamed of having a wife! I couldn’t help laughing. Although life was hard at that time, the dream of martial arts had already rooted in my heart. Now I have grown up, experienced too many wind and rain in the world, and suffered all the sufferings that ordinary people can hardly imagine. For my dream of martial arts, I studied hard to make up for the situation that forced me back then, the regret brought by dropping out of school too early. In the days after returning to school, I often stayed up late to read books and do exercises. For this reason, I got a strange disease. It is difficult to stop my nosebleed every time. This strange disease unexpectedly lasted for many years. I remember once when I got up in the middle of the night and found that there was nosebleeds. I was very scared and ran to the medical station to seek a doctor. At that time, the doctor was the neighbor’s sister Cai Ye, not long after she entered the medical station, she didn’t know how to treat it. She just knew that there was an injection called ephedrine, which could stop bleeding. He injected an injection into my nostril, and I felt a burst of cold in my nostril, but before long there was still bleeding from my nose, so I had no choice but to plug it with cotton balls. However, I didn’t expect that the blood from my nose could not flow out of my nostril, and it unexpectedly flowed out of my throat. That time scared me, and at last. At that time, I was just 16 years old, and I was in puberty. My nosebleeds were due to blood fever. This is what I heard later from Yangmin, the authoritative doctor in the village. Yangmin elder brother used to work in the county hospital. Because his parents accepted one of his sons, they were called back by their parents and treated the villagers in our village medical station. His medical skill is very high. My nosebleeds are the prescriptions specially prescribed for my body after he carefully developed Chinese herbal medicine, I didn’t expect that a rural doctor had cured my persistent illness for many years. I was in the same generation with him and often joked with him: brother Min, you are the God doctor Hua Tuo alive! Brother min thought highly of my illness, so I made continuous progress in my study. Finally, relying on my own efforts, I was admitted to the National School and became a national staff who was extremely admired by the rural people at that time. In my opinion, the rural medical practice of brother Min was like walking around the world. He was using his wisdom and kindness to relieve the illness for the common people Day by day, what is the difference between this practice and the medical sage walking in the arena in ancient times? Now I am over fifty years old and have experienced too many vicissitudes. I have already seen through the world of mortals. Just like ordinary people, I lived a normal life after getting married and having children, but deep down in my heart, I still had my own ideals and pursuits! The reason why I took pains to write a lot of long martial arts novels is that I was fascinated by my dream of martial arts in my childhood. I often imagine such a picture in my heart: a strange peak stands up, in the Valley, a few birds circled leisurely on the white clouds. At this moment, on the mountain path, a handsome young man, with a blue cloud sword on his waist and a jade flute in his hand, stood in the wind, facing the blue air towards the valley, the beautiful and melodious music of the player a large group of martial monks were fighting in the distance. The Shouting went through the valley and went away with the wind. The handsome boy jumped down and slowly landed in the deep of the valley, bend your hands down and reach into the clear stream, which reflects the handsome eyebrows and eyes of young people. In fact, where is life? But since ancient times, there have been rules of playing games. As long as you have good thoughts and integrity, you will always have an invincible sword in your heart, making your life full of romance and chic. 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…

Women, the desolation in their bones

In the quiet afternoon, lazy sunshine poured through the window into the whole cabin, and the warmth spread all over the whole body instantly. Messy thoughts wandered around with disordered emotions. — Article: the one that women are born with is moved by love, sunk by love and destroyed by love because they meet love, and the desolation in the end of the birth makes the woman more sad and beautiful. The wounded woman’s sadness and reluctance at this moment are pale. The helplessness and weakness at this moment are unnecessary. It is said that a woman is an angel, and only when the man who is attracted by her heart has tears can she fall into the world and become an ordinary person. Epiphany, a woman is born with desolation in her bones, and everything comes from love. Women in men’s eyes like noise, pursue prosperity and desire to play coquetry. However, the delicate, straightforward and exposed beauty always makes men confused and fascinated. But that kind of feeling often only exists in the moment and exists in the moment in men’s heart. After passion, women often gain only pain and bitterness. Men don’t know. More often, in fact, women prefer solitude and peace. Although the silence like death will make people slightly depressed, the woman alone is the most abundant and tough moment in her heart. The agitation and panic accumulated by all kinds of trifles in daily life gave women the meditation of perfect blend of reality and ideal in the moment of solitude, so the silent woman after solitude was Anyi and tranquil, it is dense and intelligent, flying and wise, elegant and calm. So the woman who was alone finally found the outlet of vent. Although there are thousands of twists and turns, the desolation in the bones still lingers in the end. As long as you don’t touch love easily, the desolation in women’s bones will be less domineering and less intrusive. Life is a permanent topic. People have elaborated such a long history, but they can’t talk clearly or argue thoroughly. Love is the eternal theme in life, and it is the origin of women falling from Angel to Earth. Women are always as weak as water, and as desolate as ever. Women always have the desolation in their bones, and everything is for love. 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…