Their today is our tomorrow.

Since New Year’s Eve grand auntie was ill hospital, every day and husband took the time to visit you. There was also an 88-year-old old man and a 70-year-old aunt living in the same ward with the second uncle. When I went to the hospital for the first time, I saw the old man’s daughter sitting on the bed. The old man leaned on her arms like a child. Her daughter fed the old man with water and massaged from time to time. The old man kept moaning in pain, saying vague words that only his daughter could understand. His daughter talked with his father patiently and humorously with a full face of smiles, without any irritation or dislike. Everything is so natural and skillful, a warm and admirable picture. I went to the hospital yesterday and saw my second uncle who had been out of danger. The worry in my heart was finally relieved. Sitting beside the sickbed of my uncle-in-law, listening quietly to her husband who likes chatting chatting with the next-bed aunt and her daughter. The aunt raised seven children in her whole life. All the children lived in the city. The aunt and her wife still lived in their hometown less than ten miles away from the city. This time when the aunt was ill, she considered that her son lived in the opposite side of the hospital and also opened a decent restaurant. In order to take care of the convenience, the old man was admitted to the hospital. My husband asked, is it the well-dressed couple who just came here? The old man said without complaint; Yes, now this son is very rich, living in a small villa, driving a famous brand car, and a pair of children and women graduated from college, having decent jobs, living with their parents-in-law, it can be said that there is everything in the spring breeze. The old man cried sadly and said sadly that the only thing he lacked was humanity. Since he went to the hospital, he didn’t come at all. Today he came, it was because his sister had a fight with his wife yesterday. The reason was that in order to give the old man a bowl of noodles, his wife was nagging and scolding her, and the younger sister couldn’t bear to argue with her, However, as a son, he helped his wife to blame his younger sister for being bad. The old man said that he never went to visit his parents during these years, no matter on festivals or festivals. Listening to the sad narration of the old man, watching them eating barrelled instant noodles and thinking about their son who was close to the hotel, they felt deeply touched. Where is your conscience for being a child? Sad indeed! Ah! The daughter of the aunt said a philosophical word; The only thing to do is to be a person is to be at ease, and to be a child should be filial piety first. Today’s them are tomorrow’s US! As a descendant of the Yellow Emperor, we are familiar with Confucius’s ethics and morality in the Three-Character Classic, and those who care about filial piety grow up. We know what loyalty and filial piety are? What is to blame? The kindness of nurturing is greater than that of heaven. Don’t wait until your son wants to nurture and you don’t feel sad. The fate of relatives is only once. Cherish the family affection that can only be possessed in this life. Advise those who lose filial piety and conscience to respect their parents and show filial piety to their parents! 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…

Join hands in the South to feel life

On July 26th, 2011, a friend of mine told me that he had an article to participate in the ocean essay contest in my heart in nanfang.com and asked me to register. If he thought his article was good, just vote for me. I really registered for nanfang.com and voted for his article. After that, I checked “nanfang.com” and thought it was very good, so I put several articles in “Lingnan Teahouse. Later, I began to fall in love with Southern net. Life is often accidental, which makes you know some people, feel something, and enter a space. I am from Quanzhou, Fujian. For Guangdong, she is my neighbor. Naturally, for southern net, there are no new arrivals. For me, nanfang.com is a website as close as a relative of a brother. It was also an accident that I participated in the celebration of the 10th anniversary of Quanzhou Wenling Forum and made some online friends. He asked me to register for southeast website. I am a very clever person, who really registered according to him. Later, dongnan.com gave me many honors. On the tenth anniversary of dongnan.com’s establishment in October, it was rated as one of the top ten hardcore netizens by the website and friends who supported Gao Shan, this is the highest honor given to me by the Southeast Network of Fujian newspaper group, but this honor comes from accident! Therefore, I often think that in everyone’s life, some opportunities often come from accidents, which are the ladder of our success. Therefore, friends who love online writing must not miss it. Today, when I registered for nanfang.com in less than a few months, I ushered in another opportunity to celebrate the 10th anniversary. Friends, do you think I can’t grasp it well? When I first arrived at nanfang.com, I was welcomed and cared by the two moderators of Lingnan teahouse for hiking and the life of wind and rain. Although I didn’t meet or communicate with each other, I felt their warmth from the words they posted to me. Here, I express my sincere thanks to them. At the same time, I also express my gratitude to nanfang.com for giving this development platform! When our life is full of opportunities, if we don’t take it seriously, opportunities will pass by you. And when you catch the opportunity, if you don’t try hard to grasp it, the opportunity will disappear. Therefore, when I started to contribute to nanfang.com, I firmly believed that she would give me a good platform and a good opportunity. In fact, this opportunity really came! When you work hard on writing and submitting articles, you will find that it is only a matter of time before your article is recognized! Therefore, since nanfang.com gives you and all of us a platform, why not make efforts to contribute? That’s what I think! Of course, as far as I am concerned about the development of network literature, I think if a website wants to be outstanding, it is necessary to continuously carry out network activities to attract some network experts to participate. From community activities to group tourism; From literary essay collection to talent appraisal; From network communication to social communication; From virtual plane to reality cognition. These constantly realistic work must be done. Only by constantly carrying out new measures and constantly throwing out new employees can the development pattern of the Internet be constantly updated and improved. When many people still exist in the virtual network, countless people have stepped off the network and entered the real life. Therefore, the only way to make the network develop is to move away from virtual reality to reality! I have been engaged in online writing for several years, and I often see some friends who feel amiable on the internet. However, I have never met each other, so this has become a worry in my heart. Although some friends had conversations with them and watched their faces in videos, they never shook hands with them once, which was a common concern of all online friends. They always think, when can we meet? Although it is very likely to see the above, yes, as long as both parties are willing! However, sometimes we always feel that it is not natural to meet abruptly. Therefore, if a network turns this kind of worry into reality, the enthusiasm of those networks will continue to upgrade, and the life of the network will be outstanding. Therefore, when I wanted to meet my friends in nanfang.com for the tenth anniversary, my ideal became a kind of motivation. I want to join hands with all our friends in nanfang.com to understand the South and life. Although I just arrived at Nanfang Net soon, this ideal may be a fantasy. However, when I want to feel life together with you, my ideal will spread its wings. You must believe that my thoughts will fly to the south, fly to your side, hug and celebrate with you; Join hands with you, and feel life with you. Believe me, although I am not young, I have a pair of hidden wings, and I will fly to your side! 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…

Snow buried the way home overnight, who to complain about nostalgia

Sit quietly in front of the window and watch the night fall quietly. In the distance, the shadow of the mountain was gradually dark, and the sight was blurred; Nearby, the river was flowing leisurely, and the Reed on the bank was withered and yellow, shrinking, letting the cold wind blowing the reed leaves moaning constantly. The gloomy cold air weighed my heart a lot. The biting cold wind on the beach slipped in along the gap of the window, and the slender Jade hand held the fragrant tea and trembled slightly. In an instant, those words fermented by tea flowed in my chest with scorching temperature, circling in my body along the veins, burning my soul. At this moment, how tired I am. The journey back is as uneven as a plank road, and the disordered Starlight is as dim and colorless as cobblestones. Weather forecast, snow tonight. At this moment, I just want to wait quietly, waiting for a heavy snow, roaring to baptize me. I hope to release my exhaustion slowly in the white snow. How many homesickness in the world can’t be written until tonight. On my way back, I missed my seclusion and fell asleep in my mother’s arms. The night outside the window covered the Earth calmly, calm and persistent. Only the wheels played the empty vanity lonely with constant rhythm. The slightly prosperous place is the flashing lights of the distant city. I am filled with bitterness, and there are always songs and song lyrics played in the zither in my chest. The stone bridge lying in the south of the Yangtze River will show up in front of me soon. What else can’t be put down? Do you still need to struggle to breathe? Wait, wait, wait quietly, wait back to Jiangnan, drunk in the snow, what can be done. Alas, this snowflake is one month later than last year. I hope it can come to me tonight and fall into my heart! Come on, white snow, come on, God’s spirit! In the silent eyes of the Earth and the sky, snow will fall for them tonight, and snow will cover everything. In the glittering and pure snow, I will cross the clouds and the moon three thousand miles away, fly to both sides of the reeds with the wings made of snowflakes and the bitterness of homesickness, and end the journey of one thousand and one night, lying in the warm embrace of hometown, sleeping like a baby. Thinking of the day when the stars were very close to us, it is worth remembering forever. At that time, the seeds of hope sprouted in the field, and the ideal seedlings gave birth to the upward waist posture in the rain and dew of the season. The fragrance of soil nourished the developed root system with the grace of the Earth, the hard work watered the warm dream. From then on, the ideal boat raised the sail of spirit, pursued, strived forward and struggled hard, and drove the boat into the channel of hope with sweat: all the way to spring, flowers bloom together; All the way to sing and laugh, facing life. When the shaking smoke went through the ancient latticework window, when the cry of dawn singing the bright spring, at that time, hehe, at that time, the warmth structured the dream, and the plain drowned the magnificence, I feel that the saliva is so sweet, and everything I eat smells of wine. Sitting opposite to each other, sleeping on the floor. Guarding the earth and sky like this, connecting wheat and sweet potatoes, sorghum and rice with heartbeat and sharing happiness. I have written a lot of lyric tunes, and the lonely sigh has caused a disturbance. When snowflakes fall into my palm, what is the dew? Or is it a painful tear? Ask heaven, should we bury the pain or dig it? Ask the earth, should the ideal be soaked in poisonous wine or Meng Po soup? The Earth and the sky are always waiting in silence, so we have to entrust all our worries to snowflakes. Wait, wait, wait quietly for the falling of snowflakes, who makes life always wait in withering. I think, only love, only love can defeat the demons! From a broken foreign land to the home in my dream, the traveling bag on the back of a bent horse is endless yearning. Missing the beauty of the broken bridge decorated by the white snow; Missing the flowing water of the San Tan Yin Yue and singing the Bristle Feather of the Qianli horse; Missing the lotus fragrance in the yard of na qu gave birth to the beautiful fairy tale; I miss the lilac floating in the rain Lane and the celadon with Jade light beside the latticewindow; Besides, there is also the vicissitudes of willow growing at the school gate. Wait, wait, when a snow came, I believed that the stream of the tear gland would freeze and the sadness of the past would not flow again. I only showed the solemn mountain like embroidery in front of my eyes. Drop it, drop it, I quietly wait for this intimate snow. In the laughter, the desired Snowflake came quietly. It is light and floating like a rhinoceros, and its swaying posture is full of inspiration. The Earth accepts it with a magnanimous mind. The heating in the carriage was dissolved, and the strange faces also felt familiar; Outside the window, snowflakes fell on the Earth cultivated by sunshine, white and thick. The wings of Guiyan jumped across the window with colorful light and shadow. Hehe, it turned out that snowflakes also had colorful colors. This was a holy snow! There is nothing at first and last, and no previous life or present life will be investigated. Snowflake will bury all the logic of desire, snowflake will freeze all the truth of water, snowflake will crack all the weird curse. Snowflake makes the color in the mind more pure, and snowflake makes the self in the soul more mature. My inspiration came from the snow and quietly came to my home in my heart; My soul was soaked in the roar of snow and the dream wheel of hometown was running at a constant speed, snowflakes are falling. Snow buried the way home overnight, who will complain about homesickness? The treetops outside the window were covered with crystal clear ice flowers, and everything in nature was reborn in the snow. Soon, a new myth appeared beside the handrail of the Broken Bridge: The West Lake will witness a traveller coming back through time, pushing away the long-lost home with stubbornness and ease. Ha ha, just, don’t forget, enter the door and give aunt a light smile, that is the best painkiller, the first draft of December 17, 2011 Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

If no tomorrow

I have seen reunion, separation and reunion, and I have also read that time is like a shuttle. If I knew there was no tomorrow, maybe there wouldn’t be so many missing and no one would understand. The inscription of the flower season in tears time passed day after day, but I still didn’t want to take away my former deep love. It was still a person who loved to stare blankly at the computer. Every minute, maybe someone is born in this world, or maybe someone has stepped on the road of Heaven since this moment. In that flower season, I still remember where I used to cry. I used to love to write some sad stories, and I love to write some sad things. This has not changed, but I still love to write sadness. But I don’t know when, all the sad stories I wrote have slipped away, hide all of them no longer. Those sad stories will be published in the diary. The last page of the pale yellow notebook is written. If there is no tomorrow, please bury your missing. Every minute I wonder why I shed tears. Is that flower season really worth my tears? I still clearly remember the past a long time ago, but I still don’t want to face the present a long time later. When someone asks me who I am, maybe I don’t want to say it. Because no one understands me. Even in reality, I am still a child who loves to write sad stories and listen to sad songs. Sadness can’t be taken away, but early autumn is a beginning full of sadness. Looking at the ice cream shop full of people, watching the one who fought with his best friends on that road, chasing after each other. A long time ago, I thought that if I patted my palm, I could share happiness and hardship. Until they all faded out of my stage. Maybe I am no longer going that way. So, tomorrow. Whether there will be a new sunrise tomorrow, and then there will be a little bright sunshine. The place where I used to cry, the place where I used to cry, standing under the maple tree alone, the breeze blew across my face, as if the leaves also felt the slight sadness and fell down. Remember, it’s rainy day. The rain and fog blurred the glass, drew a heart on the glass, and then wrote his own name inside. Unconsciously, at the last moment, he drew a feather arrow and pierced the heart with his own name. Now, it will not exist, because many wipes have washed away that heart. But, where is the heart of soul and body? Why can’t it be washed off all the time? On the contrary, the wound becomes deeper and deeper. The fatal pain made me understand that the wound could not be wiped off. I still remember that I like getting wet in the rain, but I always don’t like umbrella. Walking alone by the river, watching the water slowly rising up, I was always wondering whether the water could take me away, leave here, leave this painful place. Looking at those people who had a car accident, at that moment, they bumped up, but they flew. In this way, they left and went further. Watching the family members on TV, they were crying. Crying so embarrassed! I don’t know why, day by day, there are more and more things to be afraid of, fear of injury, fear of losing. Heart will pain. Maybe I have never forgotten you, but that group has already lost your figure. Those actions that I have every day have become my most heartbreaking posture. If there is no tomorrow, will that hug be the warmest picture. It is getting closer and closer to winter, and it is time for us to make good promises day by day. So, if there is no tomorrow, is this promise no longer counted. Or as long as a long time ago, till old age, till winter when I still don’t know you. When it was still in the dark at 6 o’clock, I went to school in the dark. Those roads may be what I need to go. If there is no tomorrow, why don’t I meet you in so many winter days. You just passing? We no tomorrow? If there is no tomorrow, why are you lost on the road when you and I are in a hurry. Separation, but I don’t know what our relationship is now. I don’t want to worry about anything. Now, we don’t have tomorrow if, I still look forward to tomorrow, if, and tomorrow when those sad words disappear. Whether there is no one coming into my space to see if there are more messages from others day by day, looking at those who used to, just past and don’t want to go back. The place that no one knows, maybe no one will know the flower season under tears forever. Because, there is no tomorrow 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…

Simple and natural

On a sunny and cloudless winter day, I like to lie quietly on the bed when the afternoon sunshine is sufficient, let the warm sunshine shoot on my body slanting through the window, and open MP4 lazily, with eyes closed, I listened gently to the music flowing like spring water one after another. The elegant music penetrated the space and echoed in my ears, and a feeling of washing my heart came into being, in such a situation, you can gradually taste the indifferent and pure taste of life, which is not a kind of intoxication. When the north wind roars, I like to sit alone in the warm study in the cold winter night, holding a cup of light clear water and quietly reading small books that make people feel refreshed, with endless thoughts wandering in the joy, anger, sadness and joy of strangers, in others’ stories, more or less looking for their own shadow, so imagine wandering leisurely in the beautiful artistic conception, feelings gradually become sincere in wanton expression, which is not a great beauty. If one day we put down all the mess, let our thoughts explore freely in simplicity and keep calm, we can realize the true meaning of life most easily and pick up a piece of plain, living calmly is just like the stream flowing quietly and working calmly, just like the gentle breeze, perhaps just because of such a calm and calm, life and work have all kinds of passion and happiness. I have always thought self-righteous that only by doing things with a clear conscience, being a serious person, throwing away the magnificence and impetuousness of the world, and looking at the temptation and disturbance of the outside world coldly, can I be in the soft heart, restore yourself to the pure self. I love beauty very much, but I admire nature and look for happiness, but I still keep watch on the simplicity. That is to say, only when the clouds are circling and the clouds are comfortable can I feel the truest, and only when the flowers bloom and fall freely can I taste the most. Throw away a lot of complexity, and be a simple self, not happy with things, not sad with oneself. Make a cloud, leisurely floating in the high blue sky, rolling up and relaxing are so natural; Into a drop of water, flow in rivers, lakes and seas, even streams and mountain springs, can also experience happiness and happiness; become a fish and swim peacefully in the water. Even if there is too much silence at the bottom of the water, you can still be complacent; Turn a bird and fly freely in the sky, even if the oncoming wind blows cold. This really needs a kind of indifferent state and tolerance. I hope that this indifference will become a realm of life, pursued by us; Become a life attitude, interpreted by us; Become a broad mind, kept by us! Maybe we can’t fully possess this state, but we must walk on such a road; Maybe we can’t fully possess this attitude, but we must exert this attitude to the limit! Because, with the calmness of White Moon and clear wind, people are as calm as chrysanthemum; Because, with the natural and unrestrained sky and clouds, they also have the mood of flowing water. We can’t choose life, but we can choose the way to walk through life. We should be a little indifferent, gentle breeze and drizzle, and also have charm and poetry; We should be a little calm when doing things, and still be free and easy when looking down, still casual. Not deliberate, not hypocritical, without the edification of thousands of volumes of poems and books, what we have is the carving of simple years; Without the maturity after experiencing vicissitudes of life, what we have is the calm of being spoiled and humiliated. After passing by, I realized that love is the heaviest taste of life, and light is the strongest color of life. In the hustle and bustle, keep a quiet place alone, and in the rich atmosphere, meditate on a plain, just like the leisure of flowers blooming and falling, the nature of spring and winter coming, because we know that flowers will bloom again, because we know that spring will come again! 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…

Guishan Island sea

10 yue 6 ri 10 from Xiangzhou District Pier boarding to Guishan Island. The sea water in Xiangzhou District is a kind of light grass green with yellow green. However, when approaching Guishan Island, the sea water is clear, bluer and greener, and the sea is closer to the color of blue sky. The sea is vast and the boundless momentum is shocking. Soon Guishan Island arrived, which is close to Macao in the West and Lantau Island and Shenzhen in Hong Kong in the north. It is known as the intersection of one country, two systems. The car passed through the street of Guishan Town, climbed west to the green mountain forest, drove left and right for a while, then stopped in front of a two-story building in the local military camp on the hillside, which was the guest house of the resident troops. Treat our soldiers and let us have a rest, then go to the seaside. There are stone tables and stools in the yard of the guest house, and the green stones are polished smooth by careful soldiers. Stand here vast sea glance, Tea Sea, fun. My memory of the ocean comes from the song “I love this blue ocean” which was sung from primary school to high school, Gorky’s “Song of petyll”, ba Jin’s “Sunrise on the Sea” was dismembered by the teacher with less interest, and his understanding of the sea was finally vague. For decades, I have longed for the sea. I dreamed of the sea more than once. This time I really saw the sea. Her vast and mysterious blue shocked me instantly. I stubbornly believe that one should be close to the sea once in one’s life. Her boundless blue can more or less make people feel their own insignificance and ignorance, and destroy the self-enclosed consciousness Castle in people’s hearts. In addition, I really want to step on the coast and get in touch with the sea at zero distance. I really want to personally feel what kind of sound the tide sound is. I want to see how the waves roll around the rocks. This time I finally get in touch with the sea at zero distance, how can it not be up and down! I vaguely feel that what I have been looking for in the journey of life may be such a sea. The huge white rock on the green Guishan Mountain Ridge, half of which was high in the air, and a mountain eagle stood up with its head held high, as if it was not closing its eyes, but enjoying the beautiful scenery of the coast, like me, does he want to break through the bottleneck of life and find philosophical topics that bother life? With such an excellent seaside, life can be bold and romantic. For those birds flying around in the sky above them, The Mountain Eagle turns a blind eye to them. Looking down at the hanging vine Bay on the garbage tail Island, the sea water is dark blue, the waves hit the rocks, and the splashing white water curtain is vivid in my mind. Large and small stones are scattered, which cannot be created by the most brilliant gardener. Turning around the diaoteng Bay, there was a long artificial seawall in the distance. There were several rows of fishing boats on the water surface of the seawall, and there were hundreds of boats, just like the fish that fishermen basked on the dock, they were placed neatly; There were fish boats, merchant ships, coming and going, and steam whistle on the sea surface outside the dike. At the farthest place, there were huge sea ships parked on the sea surface, just like a mountain standing steadily on the sea, however, it was white. I found out that it was a marine life-saving ship. Because of the day and night guards of the Coast Defense forces, those fishermen lived and worked in peace and contentment, and we could enjoy the beautiful natural picture scroll of Guishan Island happily. If you feel sleepy, it is also very comfortable to sit in the guest house of the camp and watch the sea by the window. The window is like a view frame. You just need to move your eyes. An hour later, under the leadership of the soldiers in the station, we took a bus to the highest place of Diao Teng Bay, the landing point of Guishan ship hero, and walked step by step from the mountainside of Guishan to the seaside of Diao Teng Bay, the garbage tail Island, the first scene is Guishan hero monument. I bowed deeply to the PLA soldiers who slept here. The Martyrs Cemetery is very small, with a small monument and a bust statue of the PLA hero. The memorial site is just as big as a farmyard. However, the sea here is dark blue, with many strange rocks and steep shore heights, the terrain is very dangerous, which indicates that the battle here was very fierce half a century ago. The resident officers and soldiers cleaned the place clean and dressed up solemnly, which made people admire the hero. The stone steps winding from here to the bottom of the seaside are neat and beautiful. Iron pillars are installed on the seaside rocks and connected with iron chains, which are the crystallization of the sweat of the resident officers and soldiers. Walking through the winding huge rock cliffs on the coast, letting the waves come out of the cracks, licking the feet of my northwest Dry Duck, hearing the wave after wave of swish-swish-swish tide, the troubles and unhappiness that had been depressed for a long time gradually faded away. The big and small stones on the seaside are rounded, not ferocious or sharp. Standing or sitting on the huge rocks in the Bay, except for the whistle of ships coming and going from far to near, it is the sound of the sea tide hitting the rocks with rhythm. Sometimes the boat has been interviewed from the sea in front of you quietly, just like a kite flying in the blue sky. If you focus on the sound of waves, then the whistle of the boat is like passing through your heart. I suddenly thought of these words, “pumen pin”, which are wonderful Avalokitesvara, Sanskrit and sea tide, and better than other world sounds. According to the Buddhist scriptures, Avalokitesvara can observe the sound of the world and save suffering, pray for thousands of times, and the bitter sea is often used as a boat to cross people, so it is called wonderful sound, which can be accepted as the sea, when the tide is like a tide, it is called the Sea Tide Sound. The sound of sea tide is endowed with the information of truth. After all, what is her rhythmic sound of tide pouring out to the world to all sentient lives? If these stones are placed in the deep northwest mountains, standing on the bank of Jinghe River, I am afraid that it will not activate people’s thoughts and feelings, but here, they become affectionate, tasteful and romantic. Those rocks with independent postures were filled with bright red poems and inscriptions of celebrities and poets. Shining the flame of thought. Some wrote about the sound of eternal waves, some about the soul of the sea, some about the new style and integrity, and the huge pages with thousands of words. Wandering in the sound of the waves, walking through the pages of the stone, listening to the tide while reading those words, reading and reading, those stones are no longer stones, some are like soldiers holding guns, mighty and inviolable; some Wan qianxiu gifted scholars in the south of the Yangtze River thought affectionately, then they watched the hanging vine Bay and went to the Dolphin Bay. They stepped on the white waves on the sand, and the waves surged in a hurry. The children who were in the same trade were the most happy. The front wave wet their trousers and just retreated. Before people could move their footsteps, the back wave came again, covering their knees and dodging, people are connected with the rolling waves. Surrounded by the waves, people are just a spray. When people leave, the waves still push each other. Standing on the high ground of Niutou Island to watch the sea, the sea in October was very calm, the sea water was clear, the beach waves were soft and the waves were gentle, the fishing boats in the inner bay were silent, and the harbor pedestrians were twos and threes, which, this is a nourishing Bay. The night in Guishan is very quiet, and the night sky is dark naturally and real, because the stars fall to the sea surface, which is the light on the fishing boat in Guishan Town. Fishermen fish with the help of colorful lights at night, and the sea surface is more lively at night, ship motor sound bursts ear. Insects came from the grass beside the seaside road from time to time, singing vividly, and setting the night here very quiet, which seemed to be no different from the quiet night in the inland mountain village, only the humid and refreshing sea breeze makes me feel that the night here is different from the night I spent before. After swimming on the seawall, eating the seafood from the restaurants in the town, and returning to the guest house on the mountainside, I felt totally sleepy. I felt sleepy on such a refreshing, quiet and fresh island night, it is really a waste of beautiful time. There was a kind of thought flowing from the bottom of my heart, which hurriedly shuttled back and forth in the city over the past few days. I was carried by something indescribable, floating in a kind of inertia, a little numb. Only when I arrived in Zhuhai and Guishan, I recovered my spirit and began to increase. I listened to the tide near the sea, stepped on the waves against the wind, stepped on the sand and picked up the shells. I was full of pride again. In Zhuhai, I have the honor to bathe in the vast ocean like Guishan Island, let my heart focus on the pure blue of the sea, rest assured that the vast expanse of the sea, and let wonderful thoughts pass through my heart, just enjoy the beauty of quietness, cleanness and emptiness in your heart. Is this the wonderful voice that is better than that in the world?! 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. 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Sailor’s spring [Folk Art]]

When the strong ice all over the world begins to break up into parts in the high latitude waters, those tenacious entrenched on the thick anchor chains and high masts, as well as the suspenders of radar frames, cabin covers and suspenders, the ice skates on the edge of the watertight door can no longer hold up. They sniffed for a while and creaked for a while. It was a pity that in a blink of an eye, they dropped a crystal clear body into pieces of icy flowers on that broad deck. Under the sunshine, those gorgeous ice flowers like kaleidoscope gradually lose weight. Then, the small and exquisite body shapes were condensed into tiny and subtle ice grains one by one. Finally, it turned into several clear springs quietly, from high to low along the high bow deck from the bottom of the grid plate of the anchor base, the gap between the mast door of the main deck and the cargo cabin hatch in all directions, after going, I went straight to the edge of the main deck with bright paint and gurgling. There are scattered drainage holes. The continuous spring, following the rules, flowed into the sea along the drain hole; After that, it was really unable to eat the strength of the deck slope in a hurry, so it bypassed the rattling vortex at the drain hole, mighty, straight into the sea, painted a dynamic picture of water curtain waterfall at the side wall of the ship shell with different heights of 3 to 5 meters. This is a visual feast that only sailors are entitled to enjoy. However, even if it was such a graceful visual feast, the rough sailors who were used to being careless in daily life would not pay attention to or ignore this physical scene which was like a flash in the pan in Qionghua, Yangzhou. In this way, it was not the sailors who were extremely low-minded, but those who were used to seeing the beautiful scenery all over the world. Their aesthetic standards were often surprisingly harsh and extremely picky, so that they were almost stingy with their rate of looking back to the wonders. In their eyes, this kind of ice and snow originally from the vast sky, under the effect of seasonal rotation, makes this return to the sea, and the high-hanging tornado on the sea, the beautiful mirage, and compared with the fierce scene of the giant Melville white whale duel sea giant tooth shark, it seems to be much inferior. However, the essence of the icy flower surface is clean and clean, which is better than the melting of the dirty canal. After all, it is a scenery, a kind of charming, a kind of touching, and a kind of restlessness when spring comes. If you change a place, this beautiful water curtain waterfall is a song filled in the clouds and cliffs, Lingnan and north, mountain courtyard of the beautiful songs; Is the wheat seedling jointing, willow branch, rape flower burying dew moisture; it is the sweet smile wandering in that beautiful village girl’s face. This is the breath of spring that the Earth recovers! When the breeze began, the magnificent seagulls began to be busy. This group of white elves born from the sea plucked up angelic wings and began to measure the height of blue sky and the thickness of colorful clouds; the hollow feather tubes on the wings are their inherent barometers. They flickered the clear eyeballs set off by red rim of the eyes, and began to detect the transparency of seawater. The natural and unrestrained figures sometimes detour against the sea surface, and sometimes fly over the mast. The place where the waterfall torrent hits the sea surface is the ballet on the waves Dancing with the orange on their toes and the white mist. This group of envoys who announced the Spring Festival should use their sensitive red lips to detect the proportion of salt in the sea water. They chatted and chattered endlessly, and they wanted to discuss a result, reporting this series of numbers to their sailor partners, providing reliable meteorological information for sea navigation. Yes, because of the sea gulls on the sparkling sea, it is interesting and dynamic, and the thick warmth of this spring. The flag of the stern of the ship rose, and the propeller hidden in the deep water began to rotate slowly. The chimney behind the bridge was covered with green smoke. The chief engineer got into the cabin, and the old captain came to the bridge. He raised his telescope and looked into the distance with his left hand holding the interphone, muttering something in his mouth. Soon, a group of vigorous young sailors ran on the deck, that was when they heard the captain’s order. They took off their fat cotton-padded jackets and ran towards their respective posts with light bodies. The Wild Goose flies south, the Wild Goose flies south, the sound of the Wild Goose is broken. Without waiting for today, I have been looking forward to the spring coming and returning. I don’t know who hummed the gentle whistle. The cable winch rang happily. In a flash, the thick rope at the mouth of the bowl was arranged in an S shape on the deck. Jiang Tao, the sailor, put the rope head between the S-shaped rope and raised his hand: Hey, buddy, does this look like Erlong opera beads?! Like, like it very much. Hey, Jiang Tao, the Year of Dragon is coming. Don’t you hurry to take down your rich woman’s daughter in Zhejiang and give birth to a dragon early?! My mother-in-law doesn’t nod, what can I do. Hey, hard-head. You should break through her daughter’s fortress first. Oh, her daughter has already followed you. Are you afraid that your mother-in-law will shake her head? My mother-in-law insisted that I should get off the boat and leave our business. I was asked to inherit the Bai Wan family property of producing rattle. Or no deal. What do you think? A man must have great ambition. My dream is in the sea. The heaven has a great responsibility to the people of Sri Lanka. I want to be the captain. So, what does your girlfriend think? She willing. What about you, Carpenter. You have been running for seven months, why don’t you apply for a public holiday? I, my daughter, take the college entrance examination this year, and my mother stays in bed all the year round. I will try my best to save my child’s tuition! The bow of the ship sailed to the channel leading to the port area. The gulls stayed in the original place for food and frolic, and the bow plowed thousands of waves. Oh, this dignified and vigorous spring of the year of the Dragon is written in a young sailor’s returning bag, in a beautiful look of a young girl waiting for her boyfriend’s return, in a sunny ship, written in the last pinch of ice and snow in the corner of the deck ventilation cylinder, in the corner of the flying red flag for hunting, in the soft wind of studying, in the refreshing air, it was written on the old captain’s face which was covered with trench wrinkles and experienced vicissitudes. [Spring Moon in Pengcheng in 2012]] Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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