Dream country there is a shed

Different crops are planted in fields in different seasons. It was late autumn, and the field in autumn seemed a little empty. Looking far away, at the end of sight, green trees stood neatly on the edge of the field. The field and trees were so beautifully connected, make your vision avoid desolation and blind spots, and allow your sight and thoughts to extend infinitely. Several small houses were scattered in the crisscross fields. The spacious yard in front of the house was fresh and neat, and a path connected the house with the main road. An idea came out in my heart for no reason: when can I sit in such a yard, listen to the sound of cicadas and frogs, and listen to the urge of cuckoo hiding among branches, feel the joy of harvest in the fragrance of rice flowers. Sometimes I really want to know how poetic life will be for people living in this House? Every morning when you wake up leisurely and bathe in the first ray of sunshine, you can smell the fragrance of rice. At night, you can sleep with the sound of frogs. Standing by the window, you can have a panoramic view of the vast fields. Every day when I pass here, my heart will be suddenly enlightened in that short few minutes, just like this vast field. For those who live in high-rise buildings all the year round and break through the encirclement in the narrow and narrow space, they can exile their hearts to the nature and run freely in the vast fields, it is a luxury thing to watch seeds break out of the land, listen to birds singing and insects chirping, and watch flowers bloom and fall. I have an inherent love for the land, and this love is growing day by day. This land can always make me breed endless fantasy and happiness. As long as I stand in the field and smell the fragrance of the land, all worldly things can no longer bother me, which may be traced back to the period when I lived in the countryside when I was a child. It was the most wonderful period in my life, so that for many years, I always yearn for and yearn for the life of farmers. I have imagined for countless times that I am at the foot of the mountain or in the field, and there is a small house, even the most primitive thatched house, hidden in the green trees, and cherry trees are planted on both sides of the path leading to the small house. In spring, I would go home or go out in a colorful way, standing under the tree greedily sucking the rich fragrance of flowers. When the red cherry hung on the branches, I stood on the low branches, reach out to pick the most red and beautiful one on the tree. There is a small yard in front of my house. I can sit in the yard and enjoy the first ray of sunshine in winter. In spring, I can listen to the sound of flowers and watch bees busy in the flowers, looking at the old hen with chicken twittering leisurely pacing and foraging in the yard, looking at the fruit trees in front of the yard in autumn, the heavy fruits hanging on the branches, feeling the joy of harvest, looking up at the starry sky at night, looking for the brightest stars, listening to the silent sound of bugs hiding in the grass, without the whining of cars, the roar of machines and the noise of televisions, everything was still, I just sat quietly like this, listening to the voice of all creatures in the world under the cover of the night, as if I had returned to the ancient times of ancient times. Urban civilization had nothing to do with me. This kind of primitive, simple, the pure living condition is exactly what I like. In the jungle of reinforced concrete, Looking at the city people who were tired and in a hurry, I saw a burst of black smoke from the cars passing by on the road, and the high-rise buildings blocked people’s sight. Busy cities never lack prosperity, noise and bustle. The flashing neon lights make the night as day. We have already forgotten the stars and moon in the sky, I forgot the most original and purest happiness in my heart. The artificial lawn was awkwardly squeezed in the gap between the city buildings and gradually narrowed its territory, how can this small piece of green land place the increasingly busy and anxious hearts of urban people? In the city full of tall buildings, we can’t hear the flowing sound of streams, smell the smell of land, eat fruits but don’t know what kind of trees it grows on. Sometimes I also think, if I were really a farmer, what would I look like now? Will I still like the rural life like now? Will I still have a deep attachment and affection for the land like now? Will I still love those lovely creatures in the nature? I can’t answer myself, I don’t know. Farmers in real life have been working hard for years, getting sun and rain, and their skin is rough and dark. Their life may not be as poetic as I imagined. But they live freely and comfortably without constraints, while many young people in rural areas are willing to give up this freedom and rush into the city like crucian carp crossing the river, eager to become a member of the city, can those who walk on the edge of the city find their sense of belonging? Once I saw an interview in the newspaper, a successful entrepreneur said that his greatest desire was to unload his armour and return to the field one day, fishing by the lake and enjoying the pleasure of farming and harvesting, enjoy the leisurely life as a farmer, and the simplest and simplest wish, which is sniffed at by many people, will take him a lifetime to realize. Maybe he has never experienced the ups and downs of business, it is hard to understand this desire for pastoral life, right? Life is just a few decades, with thousands of twists and turns. We circled around, but returned to the starting point. When we set out, we are always full of ambition and wholeheartedly pursuing our ideals. We dream of achieving a wonderful life, but we often lose our way in the journey of chasing, forget or betray your original intention. When we stumbled all the way, we finally found that what we needed and longed for was just a simple and plain life, which had nothing to do with money, status, fame and wealth. And the dream I ‘ve been striving for is to have a small house in the country, to smell the grass in the morning, to breathe the pure air, and to hear the happy chirping of birds, look at the opening of wild flowers all over the mountains and the poetic dwelling on the land I love. 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. 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Written in Dragon Spring

The spring of the year of the Dragon finally came. Although it was a little long, I still looked forward to it. It has been more than ten days since the Spring Festival. I have also returned to the small town from the countryside for the Spring Festival. According to the monthly calendar, I went back to my hometown for three weeks, which happened to be 37 to 21 days. Everything went well. Beginning of Spring is one of the 24 solar terms. After beginning of spring, it means that winter is over, and the warm spring comes gradually. The weather hasn’t changed much recently. According to the weather forecast, a new round of low temperature precipitation weather will come in the next few days. But I suddenly remembered that when I was celebrating the new year in the countryside a few days ago, I got up in the morning and clearly smelt a smell of soil in spring. Although I felt a little cold, I felt very comfortable in my heart. Spring. Although the old saying is concise, it always makes sense. Spring is coming, what plans will we have? These days, I will take time to visit my grandfather in the hospital. My grandfather is three years old in his 80 s this year, which can be regarded as a long life in the countryside. However, in recent years, he has been suffering from lung problems such as pulmonary edema and bronchitis, the physical condition is always bad. When I went to my third uncle’s home to pay New Year’s greetings on the fifth day of junior high school, I realized from the communication with my grandfather that he didn’t want to leave us too fast. He said that he still wanted to go to a bigger hospital, so he really couldn’t go. According to the wishes of the old man, the uncles sent him to the first hospital in the city. After returning to the small town, I occasionally brought some meals to the aunts and uncles who took care of my grandfather to accompany him. In the hospital, I also saw many patients like my grandfather. The clinical one, 68 years old, has lung cancer. It looks normal in the daytime, unlike grandpa who can only stay in bed and cough constantly at night. According to the secret disclosure of the family members, the doctor said that he could only try the scheme treatment. If it didn’t work, it would only take half a year. After saying this, every time I went to the hospital, I couldn’t help looking at him quietly. It was just a few years older than my father that I was going to face death, but he didn’t know it at all, I am still worried about the expensive medical expenses and farm chores at home every day. I can’t help thinking of someone again. A person who has been tortured by illness for half of his life, he is my little grandfather and his brother. Since I was sensible, I had the memory of his illness. I can’t go up and down every day. I just walk around at home and do some cooking and housework at most. In my impression, every time I went to my grandfather’s house, I would pass my grandfather’s house, and I would always see him sitting alone in the handrail of the wooden building, listening to the shabby radio and hoarse Beijing opera jokes, staring at the opposite hill or crops in front of the door with crutch. He could only see the rice in front of the door turned yellow and green, green and yellow. Sometimes, I would imagine him as a farm General. Seeing him standing on the handrail pointing the village bit by bit, waving a crutch, it was another spring, summer, autumn and winter, coughing for a while, and three shifts a day. Sometimes, he would also face the scenery in front of the door, humming a high tune, although there was no audience or applause. According to my mother, Grandpa Xi loved singing when he was young, especially Peking Opera, He has a good voice, and it is said that he has been on stage in the production team. I seemed to hear his voice again. But after all, I haven’t seen him for many years, and I can’t help feeling guilty. With complicated memory, there are few memories with him. I remembered that when I was in primary school, I went to pay New Year greetings to my grandfather with my mother, and also went to my grandfather’s house by the way. He always persuaded me to eat dinner at his home, he said that I am small, and I need to eat more to grow tall and fat. Due to the lack of contact at ordinary times and the fact that I don’t like to call others, he said in front of me, “it doesn’t matter if you don’t call me, I am the wild man,, I can sing when you beat boars, hang pheasants and chase rabbits in the foreign Guild. I said, “I don’t believe it, so after drinking a glass of wine, he began to sing a song. At that time, although I didn’t have the level of appreciation, especially the quintessence of Chinese culture, but I do admire his high voice, which is compared with a Bao and Zhang Yu on TV now. Unfortunately, I grew up later, and I was nervous about studying, so there were few opportunities to go to my grandfather’s house. Even if he went there, he never met or visited him specially. My grandfather has a lot of diseases, At first it was rheumatoid arthritis, then it was partially paralyzed, and then it was cerebral hemorrhage. I couldn’t say anything about it, but I only occasionally knew something from my mother’s mouth. But he has always been very optimistic. For decades, he has been keeping those familiar plants, trees, mountains and waters in his homeland. I really wanted to write many stories about him. However, my writing was pale and I didn’t talk with the old man deeply. I didn’t dare to be subjective blindly. I believe that my grandfather was also very thoughtful and assertive, there must be a lot of things to say. If he is a literati, no less than Mr. Shi Tiesheng, he will certainly write down many insightful words; If he is, as an artist, he can definitely be on the CCTV Spring Festival Gala, and he will certainly have many fans and fans; Ruoguo, he is a doctor, he should cure his own problems as well as avoid suffering from diseases. However, he was just an ordinary villager with no income. He ate by his grandmother himself with physical strength. He picked up some garbage and collected some waste in spring, and bought some popsicles in summer, After collecting rice in autumn, cut some firewood to sell, and in winter, go up the mountain to burn charcoal in the kiln, which can make a living more or less, but without any savings, only paying for the medicine of my grandfather would cost a lot. Although several little uncles had already got married, they didn’t live a rich life. They struggled outside every year and didn’t achieve any results. It was said that Grandpa Xi’s life was really bitter. When he couldn’t stand the illness, he would ask Grandma Xi to call barefoot doctors in the village to take some anti-inflammatory and analgesic drugs. The year before yesterday, it was said that cerebral hemorrhage was sudden and he was seriously ill, so he stayed in the township health center for a week. After a little better, he was sent home again. In 2010, a big fire burned the home of Grandpa Xi. On that day, he lit the fire at home alone. Seeing the fire getting fiercer and fiercer, he couldn’t stop it, later, luckily, a passing driver found that he carried it out of the house. His life is really big, the villagers all say so. A few days ago, in the hospital, we talked that Grandpa Xi was a hero, a hero fighting illness. In the village, we didn’t know how many people were stronger than him, he also used him to comfort my grandfather. After he arrived at the hospital, don’t worry and take care of his illness. He will get better day by day. In my heart, Grandpa Xi is a hero. I have a good chance to talk with him, talk, listen to him about the past, and listen to him sing a high tune, listen to him talking about those lonely days when he fought against the disease. I plan to visit my grandfather’s house by the way in lunar January this year. However, since my grandfather was unwell, I have been living with my grandmother in the third uncle’s house in the town, I won’t see him again, so let’s wait for the summer vacation. I must go back to see him during the summer vacation. Four hours ago, my mother called me and told me a message: Grandpa Xi passed away at about ten o’clock in the morning. At that time, I turned off the program which was playing the annual finals of the Avenue of Stars. Sitting alone in front of the desk, I thought: what should I do for him and what should I do, what can I do? My insignificant words will never complete his story, and my deep guilt will never make up for a pity. I can only say to him in the spring night when the rain suddenly drops outside the window: you, go all the way. Perhaps, the parting of my grandfather is a kind of getting rid of, or a kind of victory, but also a sublimation of life experience. Human life is fragile after all. He didn’t enter the spring of the Year of Dragon. He had passed away without time to feel the thriving spring. These days of experience made me feel calm in such a day. The beginning of spring, the year of the Dragon Spring. Even if you have any big plan, wonderful plan, grand plan and conception, the first thing you should bear is to cherish life, body, time and the present you enjoy! With life and health, you will surely have a beautiful spring! Lunar January 13 later than Huai Dongzhai 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…

Those warm woven days

A few days ago, my son came back from his classmate’s home and brought a half-woven sweater and said to me: Mom, Xiaoqiang’s mother said that she was too busy recently, so she really didn’t have time to finish weaving this sweater. I volunteered to get it back, please help her finish weaving. Boy! Hearing what my son said, I was shocked. The bad boy of this good thing didn’t ask me in advance, but unexpectedly did it first. I picked up the sweater and looked at it. The pattern was not complicated, but the fine wool was really daunting. Thousands of needles and thousands of threads, how long will it take to weave! Therefore, I quickly tried to refuse. I pretended to be embarrassed and said to my son: my mother hadn’t knitted sweaters for several years. Besides, it was just a pattern of knitting flat needles before. I can’t weave this pattern at all. Besides, I am also very busy and have no time to weave. You ‘d better give the sweater to Xiaoqiang’s mother. My son said disappointedly: alas, how shameful! I even got a ticket in front of Xiaoqiang’s mother. I can’t weave or mistake others. I still have the cheek to return the sweater to others. Looking at my son’s far-away back, suddenly a tide of loss came to my heart. In fact, where can’t I weave? It is clear that there is no passion and mood when knitting sweaters. I have always thought that knitting sweaters is a woman’s instinct, just like eating and sleeping. There is no need to learn deliberately, and there is no need to learn by yourself. Naturally, it will happen. I remember when I was a child, I saw my mother knitting a sweater, and I couldn’t help feeling greedy and itchy. I asked my mother for some wool needles, but she was reluctant to give me wool for fear that I would spoil her baby wool, which was rare in those days. I had no choice but to pester my grandmother with cotton to make me spinning. After dinner, under the faint oil lamp, my grandma and I were busy. Grandma asked me to pick cotton seeds first. I carefully picked out the cotton seeds one by one, and then made the cotton fluffy. Grandma held a large handful of cotton in her right hand, and pinched the twisting handle in her left hand to screw it quickly. The little twist spurted rapidly, and the Cotton On Grandma’s hand was like silk spinning from Spring Silkworms, drawing out long and thin threads. When the cotton is used up, the handle is wrapped with cotton threads as thin as hair. Grandma combined the thin thread into several strands to form the thick thread. When I was in school the next day, I put the cotton thread and sweater needle in my schoolbag with great interest, and weaved the gloves vividly during the break. When the class bell rang, I still felt unsatisfied, so I secretly took it out and continued weaving under the desk. Just when I got carried away, I was caught by a dignified teacher, and unfortunately, the wool and sweater needles were confiscated. This disaster caused me to write a guarantee, and I was punished for sweeping the classroom for two days before returning it to the original owner. A week later, when I wore the gloves I knitted myself for the first time, that warmth and pride was much better than that I got one hundred points in the exam. My grandma’s speed of spinning cotton thread could not compare with my speed of weaving. Her achievements in the whole night were not enough for me to toss about for a day. During those days, I urged my grandma to spin threads for me as soon as I finished dinner. In a short time, I even weaved gloves for the whole family and made a pair of cotton socks for my grandma with ingenuity. The winter was very cold that year. Seeing my masterpiece brought warmth to my family, my little heart was filled with warmth and sweetness. When I was in normal school, all the female students in the class liked knitting sweaters. During the period after the beginning of school and the examination, the learning task was not heavy. After lunch and self-study at night, the dormitory was in full swing. Everyone sat by the bed, knitting sweaters and chatting around the world. From time to time, they also help each other wrap a thread, or learn how to weave patterns. Soon, exquisite sweaters were born in the children’s laughter. In the third grade, a female classmate wore a woolen hat woven by her sister. Looking at the novel and unique wool hat, we were extremely envious and ready to move one by one. I can’t wait until the weekend, so we make an appointment to buy wool on the street during the lunch break. A few days later, the girls all wore their own woven personalized wool caps. The beautiful hat was lined with the smiling face of patterns, which made the male classmates particularly jealous. Therefore, the bolder boy also bought wool and quietly invited the girl whom he liked to weave a hat with a red face. During that time, the dormitory was very busy. There is a little secret hidden in the hearts of the young girls who started to love each other. The warmth and sweetness in my heart filled with the shy smile. On the surface, everyone weaved hats while talking and laughing aimlessly, but they were secretly guessing which boy’s hat was in their hands. Girls happened to be the same, and no one would take the initiative to tell who the owner of the hat was. A few days later, I knew their secrets from the hats that boys wore one after another. Everyone smiled at each other, tacit understanding. It was known by the teacher in charge of the old master that he even held a theme class meeting with great efforts. The head teacher emphasized solemnly that he was not allowed to fall in love during school. A group of big children who were guilty no longer dared to face the eagle-like eyes of the head teacher calmly. From then on, the woolen hats which witnessed the innocence of love disappeared. After work, I lived alone in a dormitory far away from my hometown. In my spare time, knitting sweaters for my family becomes an excellent spiritual sustenance. Go to bed early every night, leaning against the back of the bed, listening to music while knitting sweaters. The tapes in the small recorder were placed over and over again, and the threads around them became smaller from big to small, and family affection flowed on the long wool. In the quiet night one by one, the care and missing for family members were all woven silently in the comfortable sweaters one by one. When I went back to my hometown in winter vacation, I felt warm and steadfast with a pack of heavy sweaters. After getting married, knitting sweaters for children and husbands has become a major theme of life. I remember that before the baby was born, my husband often took pains to wrap the yarn for me. Sometimes, I wrapped a dozen of threads with different colors, and let me slowly choose the patterns of weaving patterns. Every time I weave a small sweater, it is like finishing a delicate handicraft. I look at it repeatedly and fondle admiringly. When I was tired of weaving, I put the knitted sweater on the bed, from small to large, and lined up every word. While appreciating, I imagined what the child looked like when wearing the sweater. The warmth and sweetness of being a new mother are beyond words, and the feeling of happiness overflows the heart. The child grew up gradually, and the patterns of sweaters were constantly refurbished. Whenever I see beautiful patterns on TV or on sweater books, I will be eager to buy wool back. I think I am a master of weaving without a teacher. With a little inspiration and unique creativity, my child can wear beautiful sweaters in less than two or three days and more than one week. The lively and lovely child wears a sweater with a unique style, which is lovable like a happy little angel. Children go to kindergartens or parks to play, which often attracts careful mothers to hold their children and study the patterns of sweaters. My neighbors and colleagues all admired the pattern I made, so they even made an appointment early. When my child was too young to grow a sweater, they gave it to their children to wear. Indeed, I gave away all the small sweaters my child wore. With the development of science and technology and the progress of society, there are more and more new sweater textures and styles in the market, and the price is getting cheaper and cheaper. In addition, the work is getting busier and busier, the pace of life is getting faster and faster, and there is no spare time. Maybe since then, maybe since my husband and children didn’t like to wear hand-knitted sweaters, those wool and sweater needles were gradually forgotten by me. Time flies, time flies. Unconsciously, wool and sweater needles accompanied me through my innocent childhood, ushered in brilliant youth, and gradually stepped into the middle age of sorrow and joy. Looking back on the past, I once devoted my deep enthusiasm and deep love to knitting sweaters. Clothes woven with love warm others as well as yourself. The mood of knitting sweaters in the past will never happen again in my life. Those warm days woven with wool seem to be classic old songs one after another, which have become a scenery in beautiful memories. Now I write it down in words and comfort myself. 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…

There is some happiness that others still remember

Some happiness is remembered by others. Chewing this sentence silently, thinking about the joy when I first saw her, and imagining the true meaning of this sentence from my friends. Inscription at the end of April, the fragrance is still the same, the warm sunshine is all over the city, and the heart is also happy. It is said that time is in a hurry, and time is easy to pass. There are always some memories, which gradually become blurred with the change of time. At this moment, I am also searching for the deepest pages in my heart, I hope I can find some clues. Open the Gate of memory and recall quietly like this. Those young and frivolous moments missed that year. That moment of youth story was our most excited message; Recalling, that one, that journey left our footprints; When we were back on guard, that person, that thing, was the heart we couldn’t forget for a long time. In this way, walking along with time, suddenly turned around, only to find that the smile still stayed at the original fork. The most impulsive feelings are still wandering there. After many years, will you still remember the pure friendship in high school? Do you still remember the simplest promise at that time? There is a kind of friendship, no matter how the years change, how to wash, still never change. It is often said that as long as you treat others sincerely, others will treat yourself sincerely. Don’t look forward to it all the time. Don’t envy others for what you have paid. If so, ask me at this time, what is the most worthy of staying in this life? If I think about it, I can’t escape from the shadow of a love word in this life. Love with parents is the longest concern in this life. How to span life, this love will never be abandoned; Love with your lover is the most beautiful encounter in this life, it is also the most important guard in this life, and I will never give up the ups and downs of life; The love with friends is the purest miss in this life, and the occasional memory is the most mellow wine in this life. Busy life, some people, familiar and strange, strange and familiar, but not much to remember. Think about it, is this another ups and downs in life. We always seek results in our memories, but we never think that every bit of things that accompany us along the way are most worthy of being treasured. Sometimes, in a sad heart, it becomes a luxury to find someone to pour out. In today’s environment, who is not running for tomorrow, and who is willing to be forgotten by time? There are not many friends in my heart, and there are also a few that I have never forgotten, but most of them are all over the world, and none of them is around. Sometimes when I feel sad, they become my best healing medicine. Although I don’t often remember it, deep down in my heart, there are some places for my friends to stay, which is also the best space for myself. There is a kind of happiness, which does not need to be mentioned all the time. Suddenly I recall that they are the good medicine for happiness and the source of happiness in life. When you are overwhelmed by time, in a certain corner, sometimes someone mentions something about you, will you feel happy? 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…

Listen to the night’s black

The Moonlight is light, covering the pine forest outside the village. White clouds are scattered, and some strange stars are missing. Tianhe where? _Guo Moruo’s “quiet night” I always thought I was afraid of the darkness of the night. Until a few days ago, the school stopped electricity for a day. In the dark night, there was no bright day, and it was dark, but as long as you listen attentively, you can also find many existence that you ignore. I tried to close my eyes and wake up my ears. What I heard was not the click of the mouse, the knock of the keyboard, or the noisy noise in the daytime, but the cry deep in the heart under the silence. The night seems to freeze the time and no longer flow. Quietly, you can hear the sound of your breath, the deepest in your heart and the purest beauty in the world. Without the shining of neon lights and the bustle of traffic, it seems that all the noise and noise in the world are quiet at this moment. The vast sky is dyed into a dark background, and the light Moonlight is shot through the door curtain, the stars twinkled in the night sky, so quiet and harmonious. Everything in the world was as clean and real as the face of the young woman who was unloaded with heavy makeup, which set off waves in my heart. It turned out that such a wonderful moment was missed when I was too impetuous at ordinary times, and I suddenly realized that I had started to deviate from my original dream so far since I didn’t know when, and I was busy chasing aimlessly all day long, blindly following the tide of numerous textual researches is like a ship sailing out of the sea without a compass drifting in the vast ocean. In that silent night, I listened attentively and found the dream deep in my heart. At that moment, I would remove the numerous and complicated troubles in the world and release myself, let my long-lived heart gallop in the vast starry sky. On the contrary, I used to be in a hurry. Too many burdens repressed my soul. My soul was so heavy that I missed too many wonderful things along the road and ignored how bright the night turned out to be. 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…

Campus story

Who made a wonderful silhouette for the nursery of the soul with wonderful hands? Who spread gorgeous colors all over the campus? The sound of books is the charming music in the campus; Is that melody elegance from that person’s soul? There are countless birds singing in the bright spring, whose voice is a little immature but melodious; Herders are wandering in the barren countryside, and groups of lamb are praying for something with their blurred eyes? The young Shepherd threw the whip of wisdom to the sky on the grassland of the soul, trying to pull down the rainbow in the sky and give it to those lost lamb for appreciation, attempt to call the lost yearning and pursuit. Who brought delicious food and delicacies to the hungry intestines and stomach of hemiao? It only makes the young seedlings happy and melodious; The fields are full of clear glow but still floating with long lingering fragrance? When the sun shines on the fresh buds, the glittering Dew also shines, and a string of charming colorful halo flickering and colorful. The breeze blows through the fresh green leaves and laughs out the spring, determined to give summer a bright smile. The cool summer breeze gently blows the golden yellow of wheat waves. Roses will be released in June, and seedlings will give the herdsmen a satisfactory harvest in June, the children were humming the song of harvest in a relaxed mood, and the wind of summer night was blowing slowly on the white clouds with a beautiful muzzle. The bright moonlight spread all over the campus, and the ground was clear and blurred. The industrious herdsmen are still imagining for the next season, whether the grass there is rich and the water source is sufficient? Those little sheep have grown up in deep affection, and there are many little kids waiting for feeding, waiting for their parents’ instruction and nourishment blankly; The flowers bloom and fall will bloom again; The grass will bloom again when it is withered, the cycle of rising sun and falling moon is the time when herdsmen fight. Vicissitudes and wind and rain are full of poetry. They use their painstaking efforts to irrigate and nurture them with flesh and blood. The agitating youth has withered, the leaves of the little Miao are plump; The vigorous body is stagnant, while the little lamb is fat and strong. You are the shepherd, and I am also the shepherd. In spring, we will hear the story of the grass knot; In summer night, the breeze murmured the legend of the crow feeding back; In the mobile phone, we will receive a lot of warm blessings from time to time; In winter, there will be the enthusiasm of respecting teachers. The ugly ducklings of those years grew into today’s White Swan, and the young Poplar of those days had grown into a pillar. The Mansion of the Republic was on the sky, and the beautiful heart the White Swan was dancing by the lake. The beautiful girl of those years is now Haggard, but your heart is always full of clear Lily; The young man in those years has white hair now, but the joy of success makes your soul extremely satisfied. The campus is the beautiful prairie, the students are the hungry lamb; The classroom is the charming big garden, and the students are the fresh seedlings growing in the garden; You and I are the shepherds flying their ideals, the wisdom of the soul is the fragrance and delicacy that nurtures the growth of students; Then I am the gardener in the nursery, and the industrious sweat is the scissors that use love to repair branches, under our careful irrigation, the delicate seedlings, the music and beautiful melody of jointing sound and sound, burst out in the sun and in the light wind, and the attractive bright girl, do you regret when you are old? You said with a smile: What do you regret/? This is my original choice. I have no regrets. Young man, don’t you regret it? You said happily: I am willing to be a king of children, or can I be so optimistic and open-minded? I have no regrets Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Under the, spring

What surprised vicious waves boat crossing, hold qing hui hand lines. The suffering life is 800 years old, and the Evening Bell is sung in the Morning Cloud. Where is the border of Jinghua? The ancient road is so vast that it is broken. I am willing to follow you for a hundred years, and you should go with me. Yili Green Valley love song is bitter, Lhasa Golden Buddha Dharma name is long. I prefer to travel around the world, and it is beautiful to read all over the five continents. Second, Wang Meng burst into tears at the farewell ceremony of his beloved wife. The man who had been together for more than 60 years and the man who followed him like a shadow left like this. They left the romance that accompanied them all their lives, but they were full of loneliness. There is another lonely infatuated person in this world. Guo Jingming attended the press conference of “micro crutch” and stood in the winding crowd like a child, who can imagine which international famous brand the shoes under his suit are the same as the luxury in Tiny Times. I think it would be better to remember those things that touched people’s strings written by him. If you are not touched, don’t blame. Zhen Zhao was wounded and innocent. Shu Qi, who swore to put off the clothes one by one, suffered the most direct curse in a meaningless man-made fool fight, no matter it is artificial or deliberate, don’t pursue it. She said she was grateful to the people who hurt her. What a brave woman. Those mobs who make full use of the freedom of law and speech, in fact, you should go to the vegetable market to see how those peddlers who are shouting back to the Prime Minister’s inspection did those things that embarrassed the prime minister. Why not look at China’s oil price entering the era of 8 yuan, which means that the same sentence is still as heavy as before and now? Don’t know that the starting price of taxi is rising again now, the taxi driver’s fee will be increased by 3 yuan or you will be counsel. Fuzhou brother night by a 17 Juvenile stabbed left a car youngest cry. That young man should have been flying, but what caused you to rush into the prison as a young man? How can you make those people who love and protect you feel the advertised harmonious society. Well, there are so many absurdity and embarrassment in this world. However, people choose not to tear it down. Third, there are too many kind people who can’t stand cheating over and over again. Should we often and seriously check the existence of people around us as always? Should we often go to bask in the sun and see if the Mercedes-Benz train on the track is as alive as before? There will always be some time in a day when thoughts are cheating. Or in the memorial ceremony for those dead things, or to imagine whether the meeting scene in the future is the decoration in the dream, in fact, it is possible to think about how not to lose sleep or dream in the middle of the night, sleep until the alarm clock wakes up. Sleep can empty the garbage hidden in the body, no matter how deep it is. Therefore, don’t miss the past, and don’t be ashamed when facing it. The days used to be changed into another familiar way along the clock. Even if I hated myself at that time, I couldn’t let the hate persevere. Love yourself, and always forgive yourself for your deliberate nonsense. Do you still say that I am a lovely child who is always so melodramatic and affectionate? Just, what I said is really true. Fourth, you can still make a cup of citric acid water in a sleepy afternoon and talk to your dear friends about the funny things in the past. I was still laughing at you who were not a lady at that time, and we were still teasing each other those jokes in a hurry. Is it possible to pick up your shirt tomorrow and go out on a fixed spot? When I got up in the morning, I found there was no cold water in the big glass quilt, and the water just boiled could not be imported. I had to endure to pour a large glass of mineral water into the company first. It suddenly occurred to me that someone said that she could eat Miss Lin’s delicious breakfast every day when she woke up and had the love of a loved one, which was enough happiness. You see, you have always been a melodramatic and warm person. My dear people, Peng, you are working hard for exams, idiot, you are showing off and telling me that the 97 points of driver’s license theory was passed through the night, you also said that I treat you badly because you are playing coquetry, but in spring you are going to find a charming man to have a beautiful love that you desire, di Er has finished the exam and got free at home. I caught a cold the day you came home. You said you should take good care of yourself. I’ll reply to your message., there is an idiot who is always entangled with something that I despise very much. She said she was stupid but could not control her idiot, so I called you idiot very appropriately every day, the fool said that she missed me and asked me to go back to see her. After dinner last night, he went to the video game City to play games. Because he didn’t understand, he lost quickly, but he would laugh like no one else, you didn’t receive the call and then you said you just wanted to call me. It’s nothing. I want to go up to the empty rooftop, and want to call my dear mom, will you laugh at me when I go back and say that I am not fat. 5. Whether you know it or not. I was just thinking about the unexpected encounter with the train in my sight. 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…

What is expensive in life

When I was just about to remember things, I was just catching up with the popularity of earthquake prevention knowledge across the country after Tangshan earthquake, as well as the long novels about government and people’s army’s rescue and selfless dedication to the lives and property of people in disaster areas, reportage was filled with all kinds of newspapers and broadcasts at that time. Then the village had a ANN has two loudspeakers broadcast is in before my house not far, might be the effect of the special provisions, every day 5:30 points that large loudspeaker ring on time, the broadcast will not end until 8:00 in the evening. The deafening sound made the village look particularly quiet, and even the neighboring villages several miles away could hear clearly. Those voices describing bloody post-disaster scenes, beating everyone’s eardrum all the time, like the children around me, I stared at the frightened eyes every day, nowhere to hide the pervasive horrible voice, and my young heart was full of fear, for the first time, I feel the fragility and powerlessness of human life in front of the Nature full of mystery. I feel that I have been around everyone all the time, from then on until now, no matter in winter or summer, I always unconsciously wear that kind of rigorous pajamas when I sleep every night. At that time, I always thought that when I died for whatever reason, I must dress neatly. There is another problem that is often entangled in my mind, that is, in the most urgent time, who will I suddenly think? In the dangerous process of escaping from an arrow step, what would be the one who held tightly in his arms and refused to give up? This question often appears in my mind or dreams, and it seems that there has never been an answer. But I know that at the critical moment of life and death, what can make me remember or remember for the first time, In the face of death, those who are eager to stay with them, tightly held in their arms and unwilling to let go, must be the most expensive thing in life! When I was young, my parents took care of me carefully. The most precious things were nothing but colorful candy paper, beautifully printed pictures cut from various magazines, temporary new knives, erasers, books and so on. I remembered that I had a small box with a lock, which contained my whole colorful childhood. Later, when I went to school, I learned to write diaries. Instead, I remembered diaries like running books one by one. In fact, there was no secret at all, which could be handed over to teachers. Later on, when I went to high school and lived in the school, my classmates scattered all over the country. Letters containing pure friendship became the treasure of that era. At that time, I had a lot of letters and was famous throughout the school year. There were three or five letters every day. My study task was tight and I didn’t have time to write back. However, those sincere greetings came one after another as scheduled. How could I be willing to abandon them? I saved a lot and locked them in my little wooden box together with my childhood memories. My elder sisters may be afraid of my early love, so they pried open my most precious small wooden box together with some sisters next door (maybe it is trustlot, I was afraid that I couldn’t see it for a while when there were few people). Finally, I found out that in a rage, all the diaries and letters were burnt, which seemed to be reduced to ashes together with the memories of 17 years ago. Since then, I didn’t write diaries any more, and I didn’t have my own private space. For a long time, my whole heart was empty like being hollowed out. I went back to the small village where I lived ten years ago, and collected my childhood photos from my neighbors. Together with my mother’s collection, I carefully packed the collection, as the only thing I could rely on for those past feelings. However, although it was only a little bit, I still lost it in a painful parting. I have been looking for things like crazy for countless times, together with the truest emotion in my heart, I can no longer find marriage and have children. As the little boy grows up day by day, except taking care of him every day, I don’t expect too much from him. His children and grandchildren have their own blessings. He will have his own life. I believe he will live a better life. When the child went to school, he remembered that he had forgotten himself for many years and picked himself up again was just an empty shell. So what on earth is my most precious thing? Where should I look for it? At the age of thirty, I also experienced some parting between life and death. I don’t know if I should stop writing this. The so-called red stripes come and go without worrying. At this time, except for my mother and son, I really have nothing precious to cherish and miss, even if I die at this moment. Or the so-called precious things are just the basis of some material feelings! Perhaps the most precious thing should be an emotion! Happiness only represents the past, which will be a kind of sadness! The cherished emotion only lives in memory, which is even more cruel! Then please give me a football! For the moment, insert those fragmentary patch-like memories left when I was young, together with the unbalanced emotions that I once regarded as precious in this world, and then take a deep breath, concentrate all your strength on your feet, kick it out, kick it far away, and you ‘d better fly out of the sky! Or send me a big colorful kite, let the past joys and sorrows, worries, emotions and sorrows be tied on the unfolded feather wings, and only a thin line is connected to me, then as the cold wind goes, it flies higher and higher. When my hands can’t hold it, or the small silk thread can’t bear the heavy load, cut it, let it go, let it drift away with the wind, best floated up to Mars! Be my obedient daughter, ordinary woman and busy mother with ease. Human beings are forgetful animals. They also remind themselves that they often take up a pen to rewrite a diary recording the happiness of the family, which can be published all over the world without privacy. Maybe these are more worthy of collection. Is this the expensive thing in my life? The kinship maintained by blood will last forever and forever! 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…