Mountain of memory

This is the only reason that mountaineer George maloli gave why he wanted to climb Mount Everest. I like the mountains, but it is not as vigorous and persistent as George, and the courage to give life at any time. What I like is a kind of light, like a pencil sketch, giving up that layer of bright color. There is often a scene in my mind, walking alone on a path in a remote mountain lazily, with the sunshine shining through the dense branches and shining stars, the sound of the stream hitting the stone was crisp and vigorous. Find a lawn, lie down, close your eyes, the whole person will feel extremely relaxed, a kind of touch from the heart, perhaps, you will think of someone, perhaps the closest person, maybe it was the kind I hated at ordinary times, but my heart was quiet and I fell asleep silently. This scene emerged countless times, where the mountain is, where the village is, where the childhood memories are. Just like a lightning passing through time and space, it is so clear and dazzling in the dark night sky. There is a kind of feeling that I am obsessed with and reluctant to part with, just like my father’s experienced hands who are full of ravines. Maybe one day they will be in great vicissitudes, but the lingering memory is a kind of eternity, beautiful and tall and straight. In the deep night, I was alone. Under the dim light, I lit a cigarette and went back to the past through the thin smoke. From tomorrow on, be a happy person, chopping firewood, feeding horses and traveling around the world. The childhood in my memory was that happy person, but we didn’t need to chop firewood and herd cattle from tomorrow. We also traveled around the world. The mountains at that time were our whole world. A group of childhood partners, holding their own cattle, walked into the mountain. Looking for a dense meadow to let the cattle play freely, leaving their parents’ vision, a group of wild children like crazy started their own practical jokes. We will chase each other the shadow of the old elder who is pulled by the sunset glow, we will carve our own name under an old tree, and we will pee farther than anyone else, we would secretly run to another hill and steal a bag of oranges from Lao Zhang’s house… Children in the mountains, the world outside the mountains, at the beginning of the dream, carry a bag to find the dream in their hearts. From a city to a city, the pace of progress did not stop, and the prosperity of the city and the streets with loud instruments gradually faded away in the flow. That mountain and that village can only be remembered slowly in the dead of night. Of course, there is also the old well that has moistened generations. Cutting trees, ploughing fields, spring and autumn, life in the village seems to have never changed, life may be very hard, but I have thought about that kind of life, this idea has always remained in my mind, perhaps the fundamental reason is that the mountain is there, and that attractive old well is there. 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…

Snow flies all over the sky, you are married

Lunar December 10. If the heart is cold, no fear of winter, only fear of glittering snow burning eyes. It snowed again at home. You said, so beautiful! Crystal clear snowflakes are flying all over the sky, but unfortunately I can’t see them. Listening to your words and sentences, I described the beautiful hometown against the snow scenery. I cried and laughed with my face covered and choked for several times. Once, in the past many years, such scenes were vivid in my mind. Besides you, there is another me. Chase, play, you are lying. It’s OK. You step on the snow on the left and I step on the right. Why do you cross the border. Whatever you want, I like to step on both sides. Humph! At that time, I was overbearing and unreasonable. Because I know that you will tolerate me unconditionally. At that time, you were shy. Because you know, I have been used to you like this. Yes, habit, even nostalgia. I stretched out my hand to grasp it. It was just an illusion. It was also a real and fake illusion. It was broken at a touch, but I murmured into tears. I am happy, but I am happy with tears. I can still find the dusty Bridge in my memory through the cellphone passing thousands of miles before you get married, and then open it, it is still so innocent, still so beautiful. Enough, enough. At the age of two kids, you have been accompanying me all the time. I am happy like a bird. Only this winter, I will not go home if I miss my appointment. I am afraid of burning my eyes because of the cold and the dazzling snowflakes flying all over the sky. Wish you happiness forever. The call ended, and the unfinished words disappeared in the beep. Lunar December 11. Movie-style memory, loop play, every clip always has you. So clear, just like yesterday. Fragment 1: on the left side of the desk, there is a shy little boy sitting. If he can’t answer the teacher’s question, he will immediately blush and turn red. Therefore, his classmate gives you the nickname of red apple. Fragment 2: during the dance rehearsed on June 1, I was always laughed at by my classmates because of my stiff hands and feet. Only You, rush over and argue with them, never laugh at me. Therefore, my classmate also gave you the nickname of a sycophane. Fragment 3: I always like to stay in your back seat in junior high school when riding a bicycle to pass to school. I am overbearing and unreasonable to deny that you drive anyone, including your sister. From then on, your sister said to everyone: you are not her brother. Fragment 4: The results of the senior high school entrance examination failed, my parents were cold, my relatives and friends were cold-minded, my classmates talked about it, and rumors of puppy love were raging. I had nowhere to hide. Therefore, you clarify to everyone that we are just good friends. But no one wants to believe it. Fragment 5: At the same time, I went to a strange place to study, and I was not familiar with the place of life. Only you are the closest to the campus of nuoda. In this way, in the eyes of others, they are inseparable. If they are in pairs, they must be lovers. But I understand that no one will take that step beyond friends with too similar personalities. Just like for sensitive topics, you and I will blush until the ears. Fragment 6: When you get married, I will send you the unique happiness in the world. What you say always makes me excited. When you get married, I will send you a unique villa in the world. What I said is always so irrelevant. They smiled at each other and played impossible jokes with each other. Such time always slips away quickly, and slips away inadvertently. It is too late to persuade them to stay, let alone display them. Fragment Seven: you are in your early twenties, and your family members are always happy to arrange blind dates for you. All kinds of blind dates gather together. You always say that you really want to escape from your parents’ control and go anywhere. I will say, try to accept it, maybe the right person will appear. Fragment 8: Listen to your words, blind date is successful, and we will get married at the end of the year. You said. What I said was understatement, and what I said was light. For a long time, I seem to have gone through several centuries, right? Is false? There is a mess in my mind. All I know is that at that moment, my heart was blocked by inexplicable panic. What I wanted to say suddenly became speechless. Fragment nine fragment ten walk, count. On the desk calendar book, click round and draw circles, all of which are lunar December 13. Lunar December 12. Quiet. Listen to the music, write off the chapters, and retrieve the calmness of the past. With headphones inserted, the beautiful melody is also harsh. Fingers jump, and every word you knock is you. It turns out that you are so important in my heart that I dare not admit it all the time. I have a lot to say, a lot. Edit the text message, delete it decisively, and re-enter it. Tomorrow is a good day. I wish you and her happiness forever! Click send, and the message is replied successfully. One second, two seconds, three and a half minutes later, you wrote back. I know that I will certainly receive your blessing, but it is incomplete. This time, I really want to make a mistake. I can’t wait for you to get married or give you the unique happiness in the world. Not to mention the next life, only in this life, watch your happiness in another identity, that is bosom friend. Very good, this ending is very good, isn’t it? At least, we are not passers-by passing by, but bosom friends who miss each other. This time, I smiled knowingly and burst into tears that nobody knew. Lunar December 13. Last night, I paid special attention to today’s weather trend. Today’s hometown, heavy snow, minus eight degrees Celsius, small cold arrived as scheduled. In the silver-covered village, the sky was slightly bright, and the jubilant suona sound cut through the sky, which made the yard where the married people were busy. When it comes to busyness, in fact, it started to be busy a month ago. However, today, newcomers are busier in visiting and saluting. This is a custom passed down from generation to generation in the village. Even if they are busy with frostbite of hands and feet, it is worthwhile. You look handsome and straight in a suit. The bride’s wedding car arrived, and you bent down to pick up the bride, with a full face of happiness, shuttling between relatives and friends, receiving the most sincere blessing. The bride must be beautiful and happy. There is a corner, a corner that no one can see, and a figure, returning to the distance beyond your bosom friend, blessing you. I wish you a lifetime of love and a happy life for all your children and grandchildren. After the words: Finish the pen, let yourself go. It has been three days, and the accumulated typing is more than that. The writing is deleted, deleted, fragmentary and messy. Just like this moment, the heart that cannot be calm is the same. It is blocked and panicked, and the breath is uneven. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

The world is fine. We are together

Some words stay in the bottom of my heart, which will rust after a long time; Some people will wet their hearts even if they are not around. On January 29th, 2012, during the traditional Spring Festival, it was the first time that I was not with my parents, not running around in the kitchen mixed with vegetable flavor and lampblack. I was in another home this day, talking to other people who were not kind and doing unfamiliar things, there was white snow outside that day, and there was no fire braving the flame in the room. The heart of the day was a mint, with slight coolness. It has been 24 years, from sticking to parents everyday in childhood to leaving gradually when growing up, every Spring Festival is in front of parents, which has become a habit for so many years. In fact, I should know that many things are changing with the growth of age, including many things that have long been used. As early as one month before the Spring Festival, the question of who’s home to celebrate the Spring Festival has been put on the important topic of daily discussion. Although I have admitted some facts in my heart, there are still some uncomfortable things. Mom said on the phone early that she wanted us to go back to Spring Festival together. She said: You have been at home for more than 20 years. If you suddenly don’t come, your father and I will be very sad. Just all I still them grief, New Year’s Day have been afraid to call, is afraid to hear mother’s voice, until night 6-point before the knowledge of phone call, I thought Mom was preparing dinner, because we ate at 8 o’clock in previous years. After the phone call, I realized that they had already had a meal. Mom said: This Year’s meal is made early, so eat early to go to the graves for grandparents. When I was talking, I heard the sound of crying. I knew their thoughts that they were distracting and caring about someone. Looking at the white eyes, Ruixue was a sign of harvest, but the ice and snow and some changes cut off how many people went home, who missed in front of the full table of delicacies, who remembered that pair of expecting eyes. I lived a totally different spring festival in a strange place, both happiness and loss. People here treated me well. They were careful and polite, which made me not bear to write sadness on my face. I calculated every minute for three days. On the third day of junior high school, I woke up earlier than any other day. With joy, expectation and eagerness, I walked on my way home. When the car passed Zhongnan Mountain Tunnel, approached Xiaohe toll station step by step, and got off the highway, I seemed to smell the flavor of my mother’s cooking. When the bus arrived at Tangxing, Dad had been waiting there. After more than twenty minutes, he ate the meal cooked by his mother. I still remembered that he ate a lot that day. He said with a little dissatisfaction: it seems that I haven’t given you a meal these days. At home, there is no internet, except eating, entertaining new year guests, warming the fire, chatting with my mother, the parents of the East and the West are short, sometimes speaking of wet eyes, simple but happy. But my mother’s expression told me that they were unhappy this Spring Festival, half of which was because I was not at home, and the other half was because of my sister. For me, they understood more. Although they were reluctant to give up, they hoped that their parents over there would be happy. For my younger sister, they were worried endlessly, and the illness seemed to be cured, but it is not ideal. At night, the flickering fire shone on my parents’ faces, and I saw the silent pain. In this stable world, I just want to accompany my lover and my lover. We are always together and everything is fine. Let nature take its course since 2012. I was standing in a new dawn when I didn’t have time to think about something. I didn’t want to talk, change or walk far this year. In front of the time, I have no reason to escape anything. I don’t have to remember many things in my heart. Many people don’t have to talk about them frequently. They don’t have to live under the oil, salt and vinegar of daily necessities, but they don’t have to be clear. It seemed that from the very beginning, there were not many ideals, courage or courage. I didn’t know whether it was a coward compromise or a lack of firm belief. For many years, my heart is still at a certain stage, like a lonely person standing at the intersection, unwilling to move forward and unwilling to turn around, with his heart surging and indifferent expression. I stayed at home, my mother treated me like a guest, and my father spoke gently. My heart was quiet and warm, just a little less casual in the past. The Red Lantern still lights up the yard and our shallow steps at every night. Firecrackers will spread to our ears from different villages from time to time, and the beautiful sentences on the couplet will come into our eyes, children are running back and forth in beautiful clothes, and they can’t say much. Many scenes can’t be described clearly. That’s it. I am here, sending blessings and missing in the form of words with sincerity of one heart. Maybe at some moment, I will be felt by some people, that’s good. Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Singing on the landscape of the soul

I fly the kite of thought and let my soul walk on the landscape. I walked on the muddy road in the countryside, and my thoughts were entangled by this thick nostalgia. I am sad for my ancestors who live in poverty. My relatives who face the loess and face the sky, why can’t you touch the sky with your diligence and kindness? Why can’t you touch your sweat and simplicity? I feel sad for my villagers. God, why are you so cruel? Earth, why are you so ruthless? I walked on the green field, the breeze blew my face, my soul crawled on the Earth’s chest, listened to the call of the Earth’s mother, and the floating soul walked into the warm Bay harbor, it seems that I have returned to my hometown after a long separation. I embrace my dream of thinking, kiss the swaddling clothes of my life, travel thousands of miles, and you will always be the heaven of my soul. I walked into the psychology of relatives, and I understood your hardship. No matter how hard life is, you still laugh at life; In the rough, you are still tough and optimistic. You work hard with your life, and you reap with your kindness. It was because of you that white clouds fluttered in the sky of the Republic. You carried the bright five-star red flag with your own body, and you irrigated the barren land of the Republic with sweat. You are the mainstay of China. You are the cornerstone of China. Chinese are proud of you, and I am proud of having you. My soul is walking on your backbone, my soul is singing in your blood, your simplicity and kindness make my soul passionate, my soul is always rippling for you, solemn and stirring notes are always passionate for your soul, and ordinary life is always your final song. (2) I fly the kite of thoughts and let my soul walk on the landscape. I walked on the broad chest of the city, with steel and cement casting hard bones and muscles. The high scaffold was her pursuit to stretch out to the sky, and the crisscross cement road was her artery blood vessel, the vehicles shuttling day and night are her boiling blood, the elegant suit and the beautiful skirt are the city’s delicate face, the roar of machines and the passion of desgao are moving melodies, the rapid development of economy and the ever-changing technology are the flying passion in the city life. The cross-flow network of material desires brings the world closer. Chinese and Western cultures are compatible with Chinese descendants and the world handles. The Pacific Ocean and Atlantic Ocean raise their sails, chinese and foreigners come and go like visiting relatives. The digital information network enables people around the world to communicate with each other. Although there are many frictions and displeasure, the ideal of pursuing peace towards civilization is similar. Modern people are smart and humorous. (3) I fly the kite of my thoughts and let my soul walk on the landscape. I climb up the high mountain, kiss the blue sky and white clouds, and look for the fragrance of poetry left by Li Bai on the Shu Road with my heart; maybe we can meet Xu hongzu? Go through thousands of rivers and mountains with him. Ask him how he wrote “Xu Xiake’s Travels”? Listen to him talk about the secrets in his heart. I also want to know what they would talk about if Li Bai and Xu Hong met? Maybe Li Bai would invite him to drink wine together, discussing the ancient and modern times! I want to hear Li Bai’s heroic voice, touch the crutch commonly used by Xu Xiake when climbing mountains, and bathe in the spirit of the immortal family to see the style of the immortal family. Climb to the top of Qomolangma with them, sing together will be the top of the mountain, all the mountains are small, this voice will definitely travel through time and space, making visitors from outside the world astonished (4) I fly the kite of thoughts, let the soul walk on the scenery line I grow wings and fly to the sea, the wide sea area and the soft beach, I am like a playful child picking up colorful shells, thinking about can not meet off against one another of scenario? The sea breeze blew my face slowly, and a group of seagulls were spinning on the sea. I raised my head and wanted to ask them, did I still remember the sad and beautiful legend of looking at Fu cliff? The seagull nodded and said that he remembered. I slowly walked into the sea, bent down and kissed the sea with my heart. Is that you? Boundless is your appearance, but the poet said that what is wider than the ocean is human heart! I don’t know when the moon rises, and the stars are looking at me. It is so late that the child must be a playful big child? I arch my hands to the stars, I am want to see what Zhang Ruoxu is thinking in his heart? Why could he write such a touching poem as the moon on the sea? The bright moon on the sea is flourishing together, while the moon on the river is similar every year. That kind of product is sung out with soul, which is so beautiful, so charming and so touching. Even if you read it, it will be better than watching flowers in the rest room; when there are many ups and downs, you will also underestimate your life. Deep in the sea came a burst of sobs, like the sobs coming from the bottom of the ocean. Oh, that was the sorrowful pouring out of the lovers on the Titanic (5) I flew the kite of thought, let the soul walk on the scenery line I flew from the plain to the vast prairie, and I was delighted to see the beauty of cattle and sheep in the breeze and grass. The pretty girl invited me to have a rest in the yurt with a bowl of horse milk wine. While singing for me and dancing for me, it was very warm to wear long black hair on my shoulder. He called an old man to play the Horsehead piano and sang the heroic story on the grassland with his hoarse throat, I understood that the old voice was narrating the anecdotes of a generation of Tianjiao. Today’s prairie people are driving cars to graze, and the beautiful songs are rippling in the blue sky and white clouds. The grassland has been turned over and over to sing and praise, and the “Heaven Road” has also passed people’s hearts, and the soul has been wantonly displayed on the plateau (6) I fly the kite of thought, let the soul walk on the landscape line I took off from the countryside and went straight to the plateau of the sky road; I also wanted to go through the tunnel of time to have a look five thousand years ago. I carefully reviewed the Chinese civilization from the library, I am delighted to see that the fleet of today’s history has set sail, and there are five-star red flags flying high in many places where no one has rushed. 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…

Lost

Every period and day of life is unique. Today, I don’t know what’s going on, and suddenly I always recall when I was in middle school, maybe because I saw these children thinking of myself, or someone when I passed by somewhere, maybe it’s because of the spring… but when I think about those periods, there are few things left in my memory. The classmates who used to sit together in the classroom to learn and play, now all go their own way, and some of them have never met each other. Think about these lovely children now. They are simple, simple, doing homework together, playing and playing together. I used to be like them, but now I can no longer find the days at that time, the feelings at that time, it is even difficult to imagine. There are some things that can only be experienced once in life. Losing is forever, and you can never find them again …. experiencing is happiness, no matter happy or sad. Now that you have it, you must cherish it. Nothing will come again. Many years later, in those memories, the little left will seem precious, and it will be the most precious treasure in life. Only when you lose will you know how to cherish it. Now you will always regret that you didn’t know how to cherish it until now. However, this is life, a one-way ticket, and there is no chance to come back. Today’s children should not think of this, just like us at the beginning, we have not experienced loss and do not know how to cherish it. But maybe someday after many years, they will sigh with emotion like me. I think this should also be the only way to mature …. sigh with emotion about life. No matter how much I miss it, I will never go back. Happiness and pain are all like this. The past is lost forever. I think this includes his …… then pay tribute to the dead past. Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Road

Sometimes I still think of the wandering days on the road. Memories are like this. No matter good or bad, they are always waiting behind your thoughts and waiting to be touched. They become a part of what you have either casually or casually. Ten years after graduation, I have eight years to work in the countryside. The main way to go to and from the county is to take a bus. Most of my colleagues rode motorcycles, but I was timid by nature. I felt that I couldn’t control the smoking machinery on my ass, so I chose to take a bus. When I take a bus, I prefer to take a bus. On the second side, I don’t sometimes take a ride from my colleague. A journey of nearly 40 miles, half an hour of Benz, without any pleasure of being close to nature. The appearance of gray head and dirty face, the clothes possessed by wind and dust make people feel uncomfortable, and the motorcycle galloping with sandstorms lacks poetic and pictorial meanings. Under such circumstances, I really don’t have the desire to blow the wind, although the singer Zhang Xueyou once sang the song “I want to blow the wind with you” so beautiful! The first thing to take a bus is waiting. In the villages and villages, the traffic was inconvenient and there were very few cars. Sometimes I couldn’t wait for the car’s image in an hour, so I couldn’t express my anxiety. Especially in the hot summer or cold winter, the feeling of not waiting for the car is really bad. I watched frequently, and occasionally there were cars passing by and stopping. Looking closely, it was not the car I was waiting for. I was in a hurry, and the feeling of sadness was endless. When I was looking through the autumn water, I was really Haggard for the car! As time goes by, I have suffered from the anxiety and irritation that I can’t wait for a car, but I am a general generation. I can’t ride a motorcycle, can’t afford a private car, and have to have a long time with the bus, I can’t help the outrageous bus which is late all day long and often late. Besides, it is not easy to take a bus. I remember that there was a time when the road was being built and I had to detour. On the narrow dirt road, vehicles of all sizes were crowded, and they could not enter or retreat. The drivers and Masters shouted loudly and fought against each other. No one was willing to give up, so it took only one or two hours to stop. The air was filled with complaining, scolding and impatient elements, which were infected and made people depressed. With the ups and downs and the noise of people, I can only see a gray world! The pain of Detour is only temporary, and the challenge of taking a bus still lies in the quality of the drivers. Once when I took a bus, the driver I met was a young and frivolous person with vigorous energy, so that I had already started to run before waiting for someone to sit still. Passengers were wandering around in the car and couldn’t sit peacefully. In the middle of the car, another car came across. Suddenly, the two cars stopped suddenly. The two drivers got off at the same time. First, they had a verbal conflict and then fought in one place. After the crowd pulled them apart, the two drivers took their positions again, I thought the incident had calmed down, but unexpectedly they staged a racing war on the way. The car was in a desperate situation in the east and west, provocation and chase, and rampage. All the passengers are frightened, or hold the handrail or the seat back tightly to keep their balance. In fact, the reason why the two drivers have been entangled for a long time is nothing more than pulling passengers! Just because of a small profit of only one or two yuan, it was upgraded to fight with fate, which was really shocking! The car finally entered the county in the process of chasing turbulence. Although there was still a long distance from home, I insisted on getting off the bus. In the past, I saw the scene of chasing and fighting of cars in films and TV plays, which made me feel extremely thrilling and exciting. But now when I become the leading role, I know that I have a terrible taste. If you follow such a brave man, you will lose your life like this, It is more wronged than Dou E. Looking back at other passengers, they were still seated in horror, and couldn’t help sighing: I was the only one who was afraid of death. At that moment, I admired the bravery of the driver and the death of other passengers. So far, the mighty face of this driver has deeply impressed my heart. From now on, as long as I see this face, I will definitely walk away with respect! After I was transferred to the county to work, my car career came to an end. I am riding a bicycle to and from work now, shuttling back and forth among the increasing number of small car owners every day. My wheels ran over the Four Seasons peacefully and drove me towards the future calmly! Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Give me a cigarette

Give me a cigarette! I don’t like women who smoke, and even don’t like women who smoke. But in this declining world, when my heart-wrenching pain could not be cured. How much I want to pick up that cigarette, even watching her burning quietly, burning into ashes. Let a complex disappear in the smoke. Let a regretful feeling curl up with the smoke, slowly follow the smoke, float with the smoke, and leave with the smoke …… give me a cigarette! I am not a depraved woman, I am a girl who is tightly wrapped by family ideological education. I am not an indulgent woman, I am a model of lofty self-reliance and sticking to the rules. I am not an enchanting woman, I am an ordinary and quiet woman. For that sanctity, I can’t bear to touch the world. Please give me a cigarette! I want to forget you forever. In the smoke, I want to stare at your back for the last time. I felt painful and painful. I wanted to paralyze myself with smoke and to get drunk, but I knew that getting drunk would ruin my life. Because every cell in life is in pain. So, can you give me a cigarette? I don’t like women who smoke, but there is a betrayal in my heart. I don’t want to be myself anymore. But that kind of rebellious and unruly character has always been in the bones. But I was surrounded by principles, I was surrounded by the secular world, so I wanted to break free, and I wanted to be myself who was not myself! Please forgive me, how about my indulgence? This is the only time, OK? At dusk, sit quietly in a corner, listening to a song of “Cloud Water Zen heart”. In the familiar melody, smoke is drawn out and lit. The lips of Zhu are light, and a touch of light smoke is surrounded by lips, slowly rising, diffusing, gently wrapping my lonely soul. For me, picking up that cigarette is a comfort to loneliness. Therefore, I am not lonely. Yes, I am lonely but not lonely! Loneliness is a wound that others cannot touch, and it is on the soul. However, loneliness is a woman’s choice. My loneliness should also live a different style. Smoke is burning, and every burning is burning my life. Put in fragrance once, Shine once, thus destroy once. The continuation of life is hurt in the burning Halo again and again. When the tobacco was completely gone, the romance of women was far away from the dust and never ended up. Under the night, in the music, under such a background, I longed for a cigarette, the feeling of anesthesia and the end-result of no longer loneliness. Between the rising and rising, I am not myself, I am not myself. The brand of the cigarette, -Called confidante. A confidante is just as rare. What is confidant? There is never a definition, only you can feel it from your heart. What is that cigarette? I want to say something that cannot be said. What is that cigarette? It is a fervent and persistent emotion. What is that cigarette? It is the grief and sorrow that penetrates the heart. What is that cigarette? It is a great feeling without regret to see the end of the world. Who knows, who knows, who pity, who heartache, who is a confidante!!! Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Silence wants to curl

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Don’t want to say goodbye

chapter1 if at that time — this situation could be recalled, but at that time it was disconsolate sometimes, the clearer the memory was, the more cruel it was for myself. All the sentimental feelings about the passing of time and the loneliness of the past, taking memory as the carrier, parasitize the past page by page like viruses. We couldn’t help forgetting that we wouldn’t go back, so the past became a scar for us, bleeding and pain in every lonely time. Indeed, the past is a scar that we don’t want to heal. Now we can also say that we were in those years, as if the years were much older, and we ourselves became full of stories. Memory is like sand in the hourglass. We helplessly watch it accumulate gradually and grow into a heavy shell. Our heart is the snail’s body, bearing the pain brought by the slowly growing memory. In those years, we climbed over the wall together, skipped classes together, escaped in the exam break together, and went to the playground together. We left early and had a meal with great strength. We were young and frivolous, and we felt sad yesterday. Maybe the existence of time just proves that there is no such word as eternity. In a flash, time is left blank. In the past, there was only a plain drawing of meticulous brushwork. Time Fades my great rivers and mountains. chapter2 render parting — Xiaolai who is dyed Frost and drunk, always leaves tears I think it’s best to separate in rainy days, hide tears into the raining rain, don’t see, so that you won’t be sad; Or in foggy days, hide the figure like thick fog, and you won’t see it, so you won’t be sad. On the day of leaving, the cloud suddenly blew up, and God seemed to be moved, and he would drop a few tears. Several brothers and I stayed in the Internet cafe all night, not only to avoid the rain. Together, cherish every minute and every second, don’t leave the sigh in the future. Finally, it was still separated at the station. At the end of the script was the cold carriage and the bustling crowd. The dialogue is stiff, the scene is pale, and we are helpless. The long pavilion is shorter, and the return is everywhere. My head was close to the window of the car, my ears were stuffed with headphones, and I was absent-minded. It is hard to find a peace in this too noisy world. I can’t see the flowers thanks when thinking of the lyrics with petals all over the sky, but my heart has already fallen red. chapter3 there is always a way for you to go alone, no matter whether you are willing or not. Go alone, go back alone, accompany the sadness and loneliness alone. The luggage is full of missing, and the map is marked with concerns. The scenery outside the window has nothing to do with beauty; The road under the feet has nothing to do with long mileage. When holding the ticket to Huaibei, it seemed to hold the ticket leading to the future. There was no idea about what was ahead. I don’t know whether there is a landmark in people’s heart or a direction that will never disappear. However, the rain just floated outside the window, which made the pedestrians anxious to break. There are reasons for leaving and writing poems. The departure could not be calculated by days, and suddenly there was some tiredness in my heart, like wandering for a long time, tired of traveling thousands of miles. It happened that I caught a cold again, and I was not interested in the journey of thousands of miles across the rain zone. Life always impose. The repeated words in my mind most represent what I expected at this moment: I don’t want to see you again, but I just want to see you again. Cai Changqing, School of Information, Huaibei Normal University Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

The new girl in the class

In this semester, there are 60 children in the class. When they stand on the platform, they will speak out involuntarily. After a class, they often feel dry and tired. That morning, the principal came to me and said that a child would be transferred from the class. I felt very helpless because most people in the class were suffering from trouble. But since the principal said it was about the relationship of the Education Commission, I couldn’t say more. In the afternoon, the child was brought here, a timid little girl with beautiful eyebrows. The grandmother who brought her here is an old teacher. We know each other. Her grandma said: The child was studying in Beijing originally, and he was the captain in the class. His academic performance was very good. He often got more than 90 points in every subject, and the teacher was reluctant to transfer her to another school. But the child’s mother had a second child, so she couldn’t take care of her, so she had to transfer to her home to go to school. She repeatedly exhorted me to worry more, take good care of my child and don’t let her fall behind. I agreed, saying that I would take good care of her and let her rest assured. Deep down, teachers are snobbish, and they all prefer those children who study well. I arranged a better seat for this beautiful little girl, and told her grandmother’s words to the children in the class. My classmates also liked this new classmate very much. When class was over, I saw a girl holding the child’s hand playing out. I felt a lot relieved in my heart. It seemed that the child could soon integrate into this group, and I hope she can be as excellent as always. The girl did her homework very well and listened carefully in class, but she didn’t like to show herself. When the children in the class answer questions in class, they often have small hands and shout loudly: teacher, I say, I say! She never did this and was too lazy to raise her hand. There are always shyness and timidity in the eyes. Sometimes I can feel that she will, just don’t want to say it. Once, when answering a slightly difficult question, two children didn’t answer it well. In order to encourage the new girl, I said: let’s ask Yan Yuqi to answer this question, I hope her answer is correct and loud. Yan Yuqi was a little embarrassed, but she stood up and answered that question. As I hoped, the voice was loud and the answer was correct. I felt more fond of this child. Not only did I answer the question without hesitation, but also my voice was very sweet. I praised her and let the children give her warm applause. Yan Yuqi’s small face blushed, but his face was full of happiness. In the following days, she often raised her hand boldly to answer questions. No matter what kind of children, they need praise and encouragement in the process of growing up. I remember that there is a couplet saying: if you say you can do it, you can do it. If you say you can’t, you can’t, you can’t. If this couplet is used on teachers, it is better to take only the first half of the sentence, and don’t use the second half. It is terrible. I got a lot of inspiration from Yan Yuqi. If a child is excellent in the teacher’s eyes, she will gradually become excellent; If a child is hopeless in the teacher’s eyes, then the child may have difficulty in making progress. Because he couldn’t read affirmation and encouragement from his teacher. Therefore, in the future work, if every child is regarded as excellent, there must be more excellent children. Therefore, in class, I began to capture every child’s progress, and I would give praise when I had the chance. My classroom atmosphere became more and more active. I saw the happiness and joy of progress on my child’s face. I firmly believe that these children in our class will definitely become excellent. I am working hard and looking forward to it. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…