A mess

The stream wind sings, the fingers of my fingers flick lightly, the red sun is gone, and I take the photo at the beginning. A little smoke, a smile, and a heart. Send red beans at hand, turn to worry, hang belly. One person drinks to each other, raises chopsticks to hit the curtain, chants poems, and the human trace is silent. In a chess game, one person played against each other, left and right, outside the empty city, attack its center, and feel sleepy. One person, one battlefield, the best general. Outcome who discusses. On the platform of Xuan Pavilion, the play has begun. The actors sit down, embrace the beauty, play a song, drink the golden bottle drunk, when the eyes are heavy, dream quietly, recall the past years, become a trace, and the amorous feelings are lonely. During the dream, women, men, words are unnecessary. The words of strategy and strategy can’t match the reality. The horn blows, the sound of war is thunderous, and the light years between the fingers are light years away. But for a moment, who is hiding deeply and can’t be blamed? The sword pokes the narration, the layout of, it is useless to stick to it. It is better to open the gate to avoid a blood flow. The informed director can’t resist the hatred of the family. There is no room for negotiation. It is just goodbye, caring for each other, and forgetting the tenderness. It is not a friend, the servant’s sword halter was opposite, and the battlefield swung away, while the country had changed and the city left. I am not willing to be trapped in memory. I am the only one who said that in the past, I once encircled three points of land and put them in prison. As long as we depend on each other, how can we recall the world of mortals? At dusk, the pavilion is boiled, guests are invited to talk about it, and chess games are arranged next to it. Waiting for others to hold on, the next start, the sound of wind, the small pond living water basin, the candlelight shining, intertwined with a piece of cold. Pearl night endless, round solitary moon phase vertical, Qingdai pen eyebrow, makeup makeup, and eventually became a forgone conclusion. One for black and white pieces, siege bogging politics, unable to retain fog paper umbrella, qing ci hua human, waiting for no mood, losing ground, harsh keep city, not into also rebate. Pouring a glass of wine, relieving thousands of worries, what is suffering is just a luxurious dream. In the old days, the setting sun was red, the long-sleeved green silk was in chaos, and they laughed and hid. The bamboo lived in the green green land of green trees, and the peach was long in the distance, reflecting the opera people. Now the beauty is forgotten, who joined the play? Who went wrong? Remove the red beans on the neck, stick to the temperature, can’t wait to open the mouth, put it down in a hurry, leave so easily. The punishment was scattered with others, and we found a place to hide, leaving a sigh behind us. Cold Moon Xiao Xi, carrying sword and taking a glimpse, dancing with lightness. The sound of the wind in Zhuju is the most suitable for the fleeting time. The wind is tidal, the eaves are on the top, the wine is on the back, and under the shadow of the moon, the smile in ytterbone needs to be recalled. The world is thin and cool, with a breeze, intoxicated. A thousand cups of sorrow were poured out, people went on an expedition, the old traces were mottled, they sighed to the moon, old people, small buildings, gloomy windows, soft tones, burning furnace letters, they would be ruthless if they didn’t remember. Holding a cup of empty wine, you will get drunk for a long time. The preface and sentences will recall each other. Drunk life also dreams of death, nothing about people. If a final situation cannot be solved, someone must let go first, leave first, no longer regret, and look for it. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…

Morning light Symphony

In the morning, I strolled out of the house and took a leisurely walk in the building area. The red sun climbed out of the misty ocean, rising ran ran on the horizon, revealing a semicircle smile, looking at the Earth waking up from sleep. I took a relaxed four steps, Drivin the ocean in the meager shining morning sun, in the moment I looked out the blue sky and sucked the fresh air, the round and shining sun, it has been hung diagonally on the remote and sparse treetop. The broad and narrow streets in the building area are very quiet, with well-proportioned shadows of buildings lying neatly on the streets, like rows of cruise ship sketches with uniform light and shade, reflected on the river, it is also like the plaid key on the keyboard, which seems to be touched lightly, and the notes with rhythm and rhythm will float out, with a clear voice, playing the morning Symphony, melodious and melodious, lifting up the ups and downs in my heart. It is the April day in the world. Although there are no verdant jade trees and full of flowers, the smell of early spring will also make you Poetic. Look at the green pine and cypress and the purplish red bush, look at the Willow buds waiting to go. Although you didn’t hear the singing of the floating warbler or the bees tactfully, you would also be full of passionate poems. There was an endless stream of morning exercises on the street. An old couple came across me. The old man was leaning on a crutch and walking hard. The old woman held the old man’s arm, he looked at him with warm eyes from time to time. Although he was stumbling, he still talked and laughed, talking and laughing. The young people who ran in the morning, wearing colorful sportswear, shuttled through the street, like a spring breeze, roaring past, and like wandering flowers in the river cover, with youthful vitality, with vigorous vitality. Another old man came across, holding his flowery little granddaughter. The old man’s face was covered with wrinkles and smiles. He bent down and talked with his granddaughter patiently. The granddaughter looked just 5, the scene at the age of 6 is clever and lovely. The bow tied on the head seems to fly up, with wings flashing. The watery big eyes seem to come out of the water, and the mouth keeps shouting: Looking for Grandma, find grandma. My eyes became wet, as if there was a painting about life in front of me. I saw a continuation of life and a reincarnation of life. I sigh with emotion at the mutual support of the old couple and the youth of the young people. I especially sighed with emotion that the old grandfather looked at his little granddaughter’s cherished eyes. Although the old tree was going to wither, he still cherished the continuation of his life so much. I also sighed with emotion in my little granddaughter’s mouth: Looking for Grandma, looking for grandma. Although the child is very young, she knows the importance of family affection, like a chicken just out of the shell, which needs the comfort of her mother all the time. Life is such a picture scroll, and life is such a movement. The whole life, the grass and the trees, the autumn, said short, just a moment in the Time Tunnel, said Long, counting, there are also hundreds of years, in this hundred years, every day of life, how many such sunny mornings do we feel again? It is like a meteor in the universe, fleeting? I have sensed the value of life, the reincarnation of life, the transience of life, the vitality of life and the difficulty of life. This morning, in my eyes, a movement of vivid and touching life was staged. I didn’t know when I had turned back to the door of my house. Suddenly, I found that the grass on the ground had grown up, clusters, patches, brand new green, lying tightly on the ground, like snuggling in the embrace of my mother and being afraid of the cold, the lovely little life is being born and a new spring has come. 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…

san yue, Sargassum pallidum fragrance

In my hometown Tongcheng, there is a custom of eating Wormwood every year before and after lunar March. At this time, the whole village was soaked in the fragrance of the wormwood, and the neighbors seemed to become the Wormwood. When they went out, there was a fragrance of the wormwood on their bodies. I have lived in my hometown for nearly two decades, and Artemisia is my favorite special snack. You can eat four or five each time. When I was in school, I ate at home in the morning and took some to school to distribute them to my classmates from the town. Because they were all city dwellers, many of their parents had to go to work, and they wouldn’t do such complicated procedures at all. Therefore, in March, the smell of Wormwood is often floating in the classroom instead of chalk dust. When I was in class, I secretly lowered my head to the desk by accident, and took a bite of the Wormwood. The teacher who gave the lecture had become accustomed to it. Looking at the greedy classmates below, he just laughed at them. Sometimes when meeting a humorous teacher, he also jokingly reminds you not to Choked (hometown dialect, meaning of choking). Although I like eating Wormwood, I hate picking Wormwood very much. Picking Wormwood needs patience very much. What’s more important is to subconsciously think that this kind of work is done by girls. It is shameful for a man to do such a thing, which is to be laughed at by his companions. However, my brother and I are the only two children in the family, and my mother wants to knead noodles. If you want to eat Wormwood, no matter how much you hate it, you still have to take baskets and scissors obediently to the ridge of the field and the mountain along the river bank to pick Wormwood. In this way, year after year, I went unwillingly carrying a basket of wormwood. It is said that picking wormseeds requires patience, because making wormseeds requires high requirements. It is necessary to tender the wormwood, and the head of the wormwood is the most important. At that time, I often saw children looking for good Wormwood everywhere with scissors. Sometimes they couldn’t pick a lot of baskets all afternoon. At that time, they only sighed that they were not as good as others, and went home unwillingly to wait for their mother’s ridicule. Many years later, looking at the endless cotton waiting for topping in the 14th Regiment in Shihezi, Xinjiang, I thought of those wormseeds I once picked, at this time, I was nearly miles away from the village where I was born and raised. In fact, people need more patience to make Wormwood cakes. Therefore, there is a concept spreading in my hometown: the women who can make Wormwood must be hardworking, and they must also be a good wife. Invisibly, the quality of making a wormwood cake has become a standard to evaluate whether the wife is virtuous or not. But after all, this happened many years ago, and it has been five years since the last time I ate wormwood cake. Since I arrived in Xinjiang in 2004, although I had never eaten Wormwood, I couldn’t help thinking of wormwood and wormwood every March. I can’t remember clearly whether it was or on the third day of lunar March, I saw the photo of the wormwood she just took out of the pot in the blog of the fellow poet Bai Meng, and it seemed that she was still smoking. Looking at the photo, I felt that I was back to Tongcheng again. Those Wormwood were right in front of me, waiting for me to destroy it. I had thoughts in the day and had dreams in the night. As expected, I dreamed that I ate wormwood in class at that time and couldn’t help waking up with laughter. Although I don’t forget about the wormseed cake, I don’t know why the villagers have to eat it until lunar March. When I was young, I forgot everything when I saw the wormwood cake. I only knew how to eat it. Of course, I forgot to ask how the custom of eating the wormwood cake came from on March. It was not until I came to Xinjiang that I began to pay attention to it. For this, I once specially consulted a teacher who did a lot of research on Tongcheng custom, and knew the reason slightly: it turned out that from March to March, the wormwood began to turn green, at this time, Tomb Sweeping Day is approaching. This is a carnival of ghosts, then the living may encounter danger. If one is not careful or has a weak Yang, he may get out of his mind and be dragged away by some ghost. Therefore, in order to live at ease, villagers came up with such a way to stick their souls to their bodies, so they would not be afraid of being dragged away by revelry ghosts. Of course, the one who sticks to the soul is the wormwood cake. After eating the wormwood cake, the soul is stuck and the heart is relieved. Therefore, in the village, whoever has made a good job in the village, the neighbors will send them to each other to express their wishes for peace. Of course, these are just legends, but the wormseed cake born with the legend is indeed full of Wormwood fragrance, which is unforgettable. Haoziba gave many people who left home in Tongcheng a wonderful memory. At the same time, Wormwood came into the poem of Wanderer again and again: March is the season of germs breeding and high illness. In ancient times, the living and medical conditions were poor, and many people died of illness. Therefore, people use glutinous rice and wormwood to make harrows, because it is very sticky, people think that after eating it, people can live their souls. This is certainly superstition. However, Wormwood itself is a wild plant with the fragrance of herbs. Maybe it really has some therapeutic or preventive effects. Anyway, it really lives many people’s souls, especially those who leave their hometowns. And one of the people who left my hometown was me. 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…

I have been clamoring for these years

Walk in council tranquil night, winter cold and personally in front, walking slowly, along such campus, I always thought I growth of these years, original is always in with a group jiao jing, admit defeat uncompromising, wings, adhere to the original flying state. That year for less than five-year-old, broken mean that much Britain to school, thus began the until now of school career. Initially is wei an world, noisy wayward, always a group of people with, mountain landscape water growth, the outside world, full of surprises and curious, waiting for full-fledged, one day open wings, in the vast blue sky free. Primary school grade three, went to Shanghai, first stood Huangpu Bund looking East Pearl, first to foreigners of hairs have want to pumping hands to pull impulse, first know Shanghai street on both sides of the tree have a perennial deciduous habits ….. that year, world flashed me a tip of the iceberg, and I wake up in that summer, began to understand dream up, in the years since of Shanghai, after a lapse of years still in the dream clear, young and ignorant, I also had brilliant Fanfare in Shanghai streets run in the, the world was, given by significance, there are just a lot of candies and dolls, and I am just a child, growing up in a honey pot. Primary school grade four, first to Zhejiang, first because relatives cry tore heart crack lung, first saw life of die, first hold phone let mountains can all hear sad, first with mom and dad for that long time life ….. that year, world to plane perspective made me walk, I as if in the city, got back my heart first of that peace. I always can’t remember alcoholic father face, is should have how about; I forgot that group of friends, in abandoned warehouse stealing in the, full Avenue playing water games happy; I don’t know that always like flowers and grass, call me be careful of Grandpa was in not; I can’t remember that always smile to me, sell me panda ice cream aunt is not also so beautiful …. that year, the adult world, I hide in grown-up behind, enjoyed everyone to concern and love. For the first time, I told myself to be strong on the night of a typhoon. For the first time, I didn’t cry like a child when I fell down on a bicycle. That year of Zhejiang, significant mountain revealed to in my life heng zhi hit. Primary school grade five, I was sent to martial arts school, every day for a few hours of wushu class become suffering epitome of .. I remember coach perennial difficult Roshow face, I remember row word when eyes endure the tears, I will not forget that sand, I every day repeated boil dozen roll ….. that year, World show me suffering side, maybe is that year tears and sweats seeps through my stubborn, so stronger has always been running-out. That year, Jolin broke into life, until ten years later, still change not to drop like and obsession, that year, I watched as mother onset, thought that is end of the world, so his voice to cry to lose feeling, that year, in love with the least favorite Red ….. that year, Life of setbacks and tribulations follow, I heard momma and grandmother all night talking about the hardships of life, perhaps in that night, I learned sad learned silence learned to calm, learned sad also to overexert. Primary school grade six, last few one children’s day also graduated, also in this year, my composition took first of full marks. This year, I transferred to another school and came to a new place to start my junior high school life. That year summer always rain, I holding books sitting under the eaves and rain, I watching water droplets one one line up, I watched foggy shrouded in the distance of the mountain, I used to hearing mountains temple bells, I used to see days Bridge that round reddish sunset, however habits will eventually be subversion, that year, I luo huang and, I lost my sisters who accompanied me in the rain when I was sad, and those friends who loved me and loved me. That year, I had to put down what I had been used to since I was born. My grandparents, henceforth also difficult going together. First, it was a strange place, I no friends, no family, all also needs time to adapt, maybe that’s it cannot spend too much time, multi-to had to use a daze to pass, Is in that year, I understand the lonely know aloof understand the look up, then classroom window outdoor of gardenia in late summer blooming in. Slowly my life with them, so far are very nice to me of that group of friends, is real with I see life beautiful the juvenile, that he, the one, sense of the first love, now the boy, still are my heart care. I remember that I tore the book and tore it again and again. They gave me again and again, knowing that I smiled happily. I remember that it was very painful for me to hit people at that time, perhaps is I practiced Wu, always let people injured. Two days, encounter a hidden population as ban ming mei semi-sad girl, that was a year most elegant and exquisite life day, write poetry, painting collection deciduous, picking up stones photography, back word text, the only year, to-loving love to Acme. Because that year, meet them, also met them, day out of simple clear and clean. That old he is also like a child like us. I like that he indulges me in the only growth, which was also in that year, My text get the essence of the play, he said, I am a good eye girl, feels different. This is I heard the teacher to me best compliments, just after he, experience’t see pain, adult love than complex. Third, friendship becomes complex, I know they are to protect me deception, but hard to forgetting will forgive, is in that year and examination fight day, I suddenly want to escape this precipitate I memory but hurt me the most place, so, I want to get good grades, leave this full of sadness and unable to let me stay town, it took me three years to learn the dialect here, but it also took me three years to end my love and friendship. It was in this year that I became a stubborn and arrogant child who couldn’t listen to advice, listen to care, so heart is hard, the people around him regardless. High, finally came to the one, came to the key class. Division of Arts, I meaning non-anti-Gu chose science, in all thought I would choose Liberal Arts when below glasses, so I tie in the genius-level people in when a to only, in fact, I just like physics, Just like, desperate. I am a stupid kid, I spent almost all of double efforts in this science key class struggle, that year I learned forbear learning suffers more learned deeply indifference, time can change a person, you can not change a heart. Small four in that year extraordinarily frequent, it’s read his words, just feel at ease. In the summer when I was about to go to the black hell in my second year of senior high school, I felt the unprecedented suffocation in advance. Therefore, I told my father that I wanted to go out alone. So that year summer, I just a person came to Guangzhou, first a person sitting so long car that far to, side no one accompany. I remember car into Guangzhou, the sky began to rainy; I remember, I was there first week are at Typhoon and rain spent in; I remember, I first saw roots minister tree crotch, opened wide with big eyes; I remember, I here Street and again in lost, and stubborn not for help, A person desperately running …. that year, I put emotion erupted in that summer, and then calmly meet to my senior year, meet that test. I know, growth is coming, Not self-willed, so, I devoured their love, kept escape escape, then bland to accept, accept my fate. Three, in late summer early autumn in as scheduled and to, from the front floor building moved to the final that building building, three of the classroom not Xiangyang, could be seen rows of kind in senior three, it only belongs to the mast flower of graduation. In that year, I had an unexpected peace and quietness. I often slept in High books with my head resting on my head. I often did my homework quietly without any distractions. My only insistence was also my only resistance, I still took my book with me. Once I had time, it became my only friend. That year, mom and dad quarrel had a big argument, that year, I only with dog talk, that year, I often go home, that year, I wrote a lot of word now cant find it… is such a year, I did not struggle only bear, I move up as my final victory of chips, as long as can leave here, far away, To where are good. It was also that year that I was stubborn. 2010 of summer, I got college notice after, there is a unprecedented sense of weight, and occupying all of good but flee. I remember that I am applied for the remote Enshi behind my mother’s back, I am failed my mother’s wish to go far away in Wuhan. Up to now, I have never asked my mother if she is sad. I have always been cheering. I have never changed these years. I am cheering with myself, fate, mom and dad, friends and even everyone around me. Never lay down their principles and dignity, these years, always. Freshman, I walk full camphor tree of campus, began longingly of my high school my Tongcheng. No more would I be left first and cried, I never again with mother high horse, no more would I be text desperately the …. I get rid of the many habits, also try to forget a lot of people, but still stubborn, sometimes even deeper. In my sophomore year, I went to many places and always liked the excitement of walking on the road. I can’t stop, also don’t want to stop, so, life escape, a lifetime looking. I remember the wind of the endless plain in Jingzhou and the ancient city wall; I remember the dense mist and floating water vapor of Yichang Three Gorges Dam, and the temples and palaces of Wutai Mountain in Shanxi, and Dalai Bainqen long robe and prayer wheel ….. traveled many road, also because such travel, made many different identity different regions different positions even different country of many friends, this friendship, once met is a lifetime. I will still go, in many places. These years, I still used to do, my, still in World incompatible, still maintain their character. I still remember Annie said is that the world is my dream, but I still to have the most simple life and the most distant dream. jiao jing, is a person’s adhere. Some years, I in jiao jing, supercilious. I only wish once I hurt and hurt my people and things can be changed. Because these years, I always in jiao jing, could I have upset your also had more painful hundredfold for sad that. Today, I am still clamoring, still clamoring. 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…

滴血的记忆,至诚的谢意

当时间一天天地剥蚀走我们的青春,染白我们的黑发,当健康的身体一天天遭遇病痛的侵袭,生命逐渐萎缩,我一直在思考,人来到世上,是为什么而活?是为功名利禄,是为了别人的评价,还是活着就是自然中一种生命的存在形态,就是为了让自然的生命得以延续? 人生路上,我常常迷茫。于是,我常常羡慕一株小草。春天来了,它温顺地在风的怀抱里披上嫩绿的衣裳;秋去了,它毫无怨言地褪下春天的服装。就那么无欲无求地枯枯荣荣,虽然不鲜艳夺目不张扬炫耀,却一直保持着生命的本色,不卑不亢地走过一个个春秋。它们在轮回里让自己延续自然的生命,谁能够说小草不是一种生命呢?而作为人类这些高智慧的灵长,有谁的生命能够做到如小草这样平凡而随意呢? 窗外,雪花还在飘舞!这天是新年,可对我来说是个难忘的一天!苦难的一天!一直不敢面对,一直也没有时间,这天休息,就去看了医生。出乎意料地,不疼不痒的病原体竟默默在体内埋下了种子。庆幸还是痛苦?说不清楚,前者可以归于发现的及时,后者让自己时刻揣有心理负担。虽然被告知是此类病例中最轻微的一种,但吃药根除的几率是微乎其微,当医生告诫我需要手术才可以根除,还需要切片做病理来断定良性恶性否?那一刻我惊呆了,当头一棍,很少吃药的我,别说手术,就是打针对我来说都是一种考验,手握化验单上刺眼的音符,恍惚的思绪,使双腿失去了平衡,那一刻,眼泪模糊了我的视线! 得知病情的第一刻,旧日的不满和郁闷一扫而光,而是非常的感谢病毒还未能泛滥开来,阴霾的情绪竟莫名地绽放出灿烂的色彩!贪婪地吞噬阳光的味道,仔细地清理着发黄的日记。难以置信,无事时郁郁寡欢,遭挫处恬淡乐观。病,堵塞了四通八达的道路,留下的羊肠小路竟 出落 为阳光大道!失去选择的可能性,注意力就集中在这条独木桥上。难以稳定心思!现在,病虽不严重,但终归是缠身难以摆脱,情绪静如止水! 忧愁是可以传染的,我不想让家人过早地为我担心。没有告诉父母,没有告诉老公。没有告诉我认识的每一个人,我的眼泪会在无人的时候簌簌的流下来。面对疾病带来的身体的极度虚弱和心理上的悲观恐惧,真想让时间静止,就这样睡去!本着对身体的负责,在好朋友的帮助下,联系到几个非常有名望的专家。一个专家一个说法,但都对我的病予以肯定!我知道,手术是必须的了,就看命运如何善待我了! 静静地坐着,却不能让自己的思想沉静下来。内心深处充满了对亲人的依恋和对病痛的憎恶。终于体会到坚强说起来容易,笑起来很难。即使一个小手术,对我而言也是那样的可怕。望着女儿漂亮的身影,看着老公抽着烟悠闲地样子,此时的我感受到生命是那样的可贵。求生的欲望是那样的强烈。女儿需要我的呵护,直到长大。老公需要我的爱和我的存在,温馨着我们幸福的家。而我自己,也有太多太多的事情还需要我去做! 从小到大,一直以为自己是个坚强的不会流泪的女人,是个在任何情况下都会以一种积极乐观的态度去面对生活的人。却不知为什么近期我竟然会对生命有了一种恐慌,冥冥之中总感觉有一双大手会把我从夜色里带走。我的身体不健康了吗?真的是这样吗?我一次次的问自己,也多次询问过有名气的医生,她们的答案都是肯定的。一张张彩超报告单都在告诉我甲状腺里面有肿瘤,而且会越来越大,面对这些科学的依据不得不让我承认这是个严峻的事实,我必须马上行动起来,完善的把它处理掉! 人啊,往往只有生病的时候才会认真地思考身体是自己的,不是别人的。想想我日常所做的各种事情,其实都是在伤害着自己的身体,为了工作,为了家庭,十年如一日,从来不考虑自己,而那时的我往往又处于一个不知情的状况下。待健康一旦出现了问题,即表示事情的黑白分明,这时,明白后悔也晚矣!这时,搞得我措手不及! 几经周折,最后还是决定去最好的省城医院去医治,老公找到了最好的专家。于是我和家人,怀揣着忐忑不安的心情,向一个前所未有的未知数前行!一路上,我一直紧闭着双眼。眼里噙着泪水,也许似睡非睡的样子很吓人,老公不时的用一种惊慌失措的眼神看着我,他拉着我的手,好像是想与我说些什么安慰的话?但,一向不善言谈的他还是没有说出来什么,只是用他那宽大温暖的手紧紧的握着我那纤细的手,让我感觉到他的脉搏与我一起在跳动! 我知道,我们此时的心情都抵达到了有生以来的最低谷,那是痛苦和惊慌,那是无奈和无助。人生的境遇走到这样的时刻任何语言都是苍白的了,狂风暴雨逼临之时我们除了低头闭目战栗之外,还能做些什么呢?现在我只希望狂风暴雨快点到来,相信雨过天晴之后,呈现在我们面前的一定是另外一个晴朗的天空! 虽然经过了几天的心里徘徊与准备,但这一刻的到来还是有一丝丝的恐惧悄悄的在身体里诞生、萌芽、生长。但我没有告诉任何人,只是默默的一个人感受着。车,缓缓的前行,一路上我不停的想,我终于知道自己的内心深处还是有太多太多的牵挂,如:女儿还没有长大,父母还需要我的照顾,父母亲如果失去我一定会很伤心,学校有那么多的孩子,还需要我去呵护和教育。我还有太多太多的理想和愿望还未实现!可是,我亲爱的家人和朋友们,当我的生命走到了这样的时刻,我已经无能为力了,这时的我就像一只疲惫不堪的小船,在风雨交加的夜晚,任风飘摆着!任狂风暴雨侵袭着! 此时的我才恍然大悟,生命也是一种责任,有时我们活着并不是为了我们自己,而是有太多太多的人和事需要我的存在。然而尘世如海,没有永恒的平静;人生如月,没有永久的圆满。也许生活中因有了缺憾才凭添了诗情画意;也许岁月里因有了风雨才增加了苍凉凝重! 我有生以来却从未扮演过患者这样的角色。那一身篮白相间的病服,一间空荡荡的飘着消毒水味道的病房,一张洁白的能前后摇放的病床,还有一个人静静地躺在病房里面,望着屈指可数的天花板,可以研究它的质地,用途,产地,也可以傻傻的望着什么都不想,那种情景究竟是一种什么样的感觉呢?真的不可思议了! 有人说人生如戏,是啊,一生中我们不可能永远扮演同一个角色,当人生的帷幕徐徐拉开的时候,人生这场戏就算上演了。然而剧情的不断演变,往往都在我们的意料之外。此时的东北,风让人感觉有些刺骨的寒冷。挂号室门口已经排起了长长的队伍,我无助无奈的坐在椅子上,看着老公排队,望着老公熟悉潇洒的背影,老公近期为了我的病,脸上却布满了从没有过的憔悴!突然有一种温柔的情愫漫过我的心头,一种无言的感动轻轻的打湿了我的双眸。在我的内心深处,我对老公充满了无限的感激,尽管对于我来说老公不是外人,他所做的一切都是一个做丈夫所应该做的。但是,我还是要谢谢老公,谢谢老公能带着我去全省最好的医院去看病。谢谢!真的谢谢! 那天的风好大,空气中飘飞的灰尘仿佛是我那颗心的碎片,虽然不甘心,却无奈的飘忽着。生命是一个过程,既然命运选择让我做一次颠簸,那就挺直脊梁面对它吧!静静地看着窗外迷茫的空气、纷飞的小雪,心隐隐地痛 那是一丝坚强伴着一丝胆怯!手术前的准备很简单,从前一天下午就不许吃饭喝水。抽血、化验、一系列的检查,加上饥饿干渴的侵蚀,我无力的倚在老公温暖的怀抱里,一动也不动。那时的我脆弱的真是一触即碎!寒冬的阳光透过病房的窗户,谁能发现闪烁在我眼中的一片泪光?! 领导、同事、老公、朋友、同学、姐姐、舅舅、姑姑,望着陪我站在手术室门口的一群关爱我的人,听着他们说: 别怕,没事的!我们在外面支持你!知道梅儿一定很坚强,别哭! 我笑了笑,其实已经不记得是不是算笑了,只记得嘴角尽量翘一下!和老公拥抱着,我很没有底气的对大家说声: 等我出来吧! 麻醉师和老公谈了麻醉的副效应,很吓人的一堆话,让老公的表情木然。我拍拍老公的肩头说: 签吧,就这么个程序,没这么严重的! 其实我心里已经怕的哭了千百回了! 当我步入手术室,换上病服,映入我眼帘的是手术室苍白的四壁,刀子剪子 使我不寒而栗,吓的我再次跑出了手术室,推门看见门口那么多亲人抚慰的眼神,泪水都噙满了双眼,老公见我跑出来,立即把我拥入怀中,片刻无语,对视,我读懂了老公眼中的不舍与无奈,从中也看见了老公眼中的泪,此情此景,感动的我泪如雨下,看着亲人期待我康复的目光,看着老公从没有过的忧郁的面孔,为了不辜负亲人们对我的期望,让我再一次的鼓足了勇气,我立刻推开老公的怀抱,头也不回的又一次的走入了手术室! 终于躺在手术台上。四周亮白的墙壁直刺着我的眼睛,身不由得一颤。轻轻地闭上眼睛,耳边响起麻醉师的话: 别怕,我现在给你打麻醉针,这个地方有什么感觉? 我机械地回答着他的问话。我感到针扎般一闪即过的痛和随之而来的不舒服。不一会儿,大概是麻药开始起作用了,我没感觉到疼。我睁开眼睛,能看到的是雪白的天棚、闪亮的手术灯。眼睛里的天棚好象在打秋千,前后晃荡着。我有如被押解走过鬼门关的小兔子,渐渐睡去 麻醉药真的很有效,这一觉我竟然睡了十几个小时。仿佛做了一个长长的梦,梦中的情景怎么一无所知。晚上十点多我才有些意识,第一次有了痛的感觉。我慢慢的睁开眼睛,又看到了病房里的天花板,和银白色的灯,这一切是那么的熟悉,啊!我又回到了这里。这是病房啊,我真的回来了! 老公和姐姐一直守候在我的身边,问我渴不渴,还不时的用棉签沾满生理盐水涂在我的唇上。这时我才感觉到我的喉咙是那么的痛,还有些干渴。让我咽唾液都感觉到疼痛。轻轻的动了一下自己的头部,这时是不敢翻身的,更不敢轻微的移动,当晚是我一生中最难受的一晚。下半夜,灯也灭了。夜深人静,剧烈的疼痛使我无法入眠,我的思绪像潮水般涌现。情不自禁的眼泪还是簌簌滑落。本来不想让别人看到自己脆弱的一面的,但我还是不够坚强,还是没有挺过去! 我试着动了一下,浑身有如无数蚂蚁爬来钻去,酸楚不已。麻药的副作用,使我的头剧烈的疼痛,迷迷糊糊的感觉,老公抚摩着我的头发告诉我都有谁来过电话,说了什么。我无力地闭上了眼睛,心中涌起一股暖流。眼泪簌簌而落!关爱无时不在!这是难熬的一夜,输液一直到凌晨二点钟。看着老公和姐姐疲惫的忙来忙去,我深深地感受到有颗柔情的心和我是那样紧紧地跳在一起! 医院的夜晚很静,也显的特别长。我因为白天睡足了觉,到了晚上一点困意也没有。老公看我寂寞难耐,很难打发时间,给我买来了我最喜欢的《读者文摘》。老公是最知道我的脾气的,忙了就直喊累,闲下来就嚷着闷的慌。除了打针,就是睡觉,还真是闷我要崩溃的感觉。我见了心爱的书本,比见了老公还亲,心情一下子明媚起来。晚上,我们每人手捧着一本书静静地看着,老公看到有趣的就忍不住给我读,逗我开心,然后我们一起笑,但我还是感觉到了大家笑的都是那么的牵强,我知道,他们所作的一切,只是不想我太悲观。白炽灯笼罩下的病房,牵强的笑温馨着空间! 一天过去了,两天过去了,晕晕沉沉,度日如年!我如一个被掏空灵魂的躯壳,完全不能自己控制自己,老公急得团团转,小心翼翼的照顾着我,挑着我平时最喜欢吃的饭菜买,看着美味的饭菜却怎么也咽不下,老公见我难受的样子,不想看着我的体重日渐下调,老公着急地抢过勺子大口大口地往我嘴里塞,命令我多吃一点,再多吃一点,尽管难咽得直掉眼泪,可我理解老公此刻的心情,心里还是很感激老公对我的那份爱! 人躺在病床上,静静地想心思那一刻,不能不说是一个自我审视,自我思考,考虑疾患与健康甚至考虑生死这类重大主题的绝妙时刻。因为生病,功利行为停摆,因为生病,平日里膨胀的欲望迅速缩水,要求降低且变得更为实际。因为生病,头脑变得清醒,把证明 谁是对的 变成证明 什么是对的 ,让生活的纷争简化了许多。 人躺在病床上难过地瞅着药液从滴壶中一滴一滴地滴下来,体会药液通过输液管通过针头流进血管流进身体的感觉。那时候好像所有对生活的欲望都只能按药液滴下的速度和频率来决定。如果碰巧那时候病房里只有我一个人,孤独无声地躺着,输液管里流动的药液缓慢而滞重,可以想象那情景有多压抑有多糟糕! 但我可以静静地独处,像一片叶子在秋天早晨悄无声息地落向大树的根部。如果树叶落了一层,你正好去聆听和感受,要是碰上只有你一片叶子,那就再好不过了,正好用来感悟、思考,听大地与树根粗重的呼吸,体验生命的动感。从心里说,我喜欢是那片叶子,那片思考的叶子,无论树下喧闹或拥挤,我都可以静静独处,把叶子对根的思念变成哲学思辨,变成文学宣言! 不管是哲学的还是文学的,说到底还是健康。健康是人们感受自然、社会、亲友的状态和能力,像一杯红葡萄酒,色味俱佳,能把人们对美食的品尝和谐地推向极致。因为病弱,体力和精神指数均处于低处,人们需要帮助,希望通过医院医护人员的帮助改变弱势状态。医院里的生老病死,象一个巡回。有太多的生命被恶魔吞噬,有太多的哭泣在流淌。我不喜欢护士这个职业。医院的气氛就像鬼宅,让人心情压抑和沉重。而从这里走出去就好象获得了重生! 终于在住到第九天时,医生表示明天可以拆线出院了。一直我和老公都很担心病理的结果,当我和老公在等待医生告诉我们病理结果的那一刻,我们好像在等判官来定论我生命的期限一样,我们无语,用祈盼的眼光等着医生来定论!终于知道了答案,当医生告诉我们,我的只是腺体瘤,不是恶性的那一刻,我和老公不约而同的紧紧的相拥在一起,那一瞬我和老公都流泪了,那是高兴的泪水!也看见了老公脸上久违的笑容了!老公拥着我久久无语,那一刻只能感觉到彼此心跳的声音! 想到可以出院回家,心情特别愉快。我说想出去走走,十几天没见过阳光,在屋子里快要闷死了。我们走出病房,穿过两座楼,在灯光下影影绰绰的,吹着冷冷的风,也很是惬意。天上稀稀落落的挂着一些星星,一闪一闪的,被城市里明亮的灯光逼向更遥远的地方。我们都不说话,我不知道老公此刻在想些什么? 十来天的时间一晃而过,当医生通知我可以出院了,我还真有点对这病房恋恋不舍。以致于在出院后的时间里,思维还停留在住院感觉里。回来有人问我,住院怎么样时,我会说那哪是住院,就是去休养,就是去学习。说这话时还真有些怀念住院时的那段日子。所以,现在想起那段住院的岁月,忘记的是疾病带来的痛苦,记住的是点点滴滴的幸福与快乐! 今天的我,依然不是很健康。但是我更懂得享受生而为人的乐趣,更懂得珍惜生命赋予我的使命。我要感谢我的老公,抛下所有的工作,分身来照顾我。平常的日子里,我总是责怪老公是工作狂,对家照顾的微乎其微!现在看来我真的很感激老公的举动!有你的呵护和爱,我终于又健康的站起来了,还能依旧的展示着我的风采,这些是和老公你和更多关心与关注我的人是分不开的,你们的爱唤起我再次重生的欲望!还有几位,让我终生不能忘怀你们对我的那份无言的关爱! 姐姐:当姐姐得知我有病,我就再也看不到姐姐曾经那可爱的笑脸了,姐姐为了我的病情到处寻医问药,在我住院期间抛弃所有的工作来照顾我,在姐姐身上我体会到了母亲般的呵护与爱!看到姐姐为了我而憔悴,我心里不时的暗自流泪!在此道声:谢谢姐姐,谢谢你为我所付出的一切! 我还要感谢我的同学们对我的看望和问候,尤其要感谢我的老同学:逆水行舟,当你得知我有病,无数次的电话及短信的问候,让我时时感觉到无限的温馨!我在医院那无助的日子里,我脑海中竟然浮现出我们童年那些天真无邪的往事,你的童年的音容笑貌时不时的在我眼前晃过,再次谢谢老同学的陪伴! 海韵情姐:你是给予我爱最多的一个人,当时我没告诉你我有病,只是不想让你为我担心,但后来你找不到我,到处去打听,最后得知我是这样的病情,感觉到你的心痛,从你知道的那一天起,你就没离开过我,时不时的短信问候,让我感到姐姐的那份亲情的关爱!当我麻药醒来的那一刻,我却看见你好几个短信,那时的我,感动的我眼泪簌簌而落!住院的岁月里有你的关爱,让无助的我倍感到姐姐那份慈母般的关心,让我更加感动的是,你要贺阳大哥带去你的祝愿来医院看望我!海韵情姐,谢谢你!谢谢! 贺阳及贺阳嫂子:你们是让我更加感激和感动的人,当贺阳大哥看见我的说说,感觉我有病了,你就一直关注着我,当我第一天去看医生之时,那时无助的我,精神恍惚,但我却看到你问候我病情的讯息,当时的我感动的真是无以言表了,你如此的关心我的病情,但你却很少来打扰我,为此嫂子给我老同学电话问我在哪家医院,你们要来医院来看望我,当老同学告诉我你们的举动之时,感动的我泪眼模糊,我知道,好朋友不言谢的,在此向贺阳大哥及嫂子道歉,我不告诉你们医院的住址,我只是不想让你们看见我最无助最憔悴的那一刻!但我心意领了!谢谢你们!谢谢!等我完全康复了,我一定在会去哈尔滨拜见你们致谢! 月圆月缺:你是让我不能忘怀的人。你是第一个知道我有病的人,我的说说是用英语,很少有人看明白,但你精通英语,你却发现我的伤感,而后,你时时的关注与呵护,你所做的一切,你携手陪我度过了那最艰难的术前的晨曦日暮,是你让我再次鼓足了生活的勇气,你无数次的祈祷与祝愿,让我毅然决然的走出了岁月中的阴霾!我知道,你对我的那份关心不是一句谢谢所能言表的了!无以回报!我只能祝愿你在今后的岁月里快乐的生活每一天! 静心流云:你是我最最珍惜的一个人。红尘中的不期而遇,与你的邂逅,你给了我太多太多的笑声,我经常被你幽默的话语,笑语连连,欣赏着佩服着你与众不同的才气,更感谢你对我的关注与关心,当你得知我有病了,找不到我的足迹,你也到处打听我的消息,你在波涛姐那探听我的病情,在我散文在线的空间里祈祷祝福一万遍,当我再次步入散文的那一刻,看见你熟悉的墨迹,感动的话语,我深深的被你的举动所震撼了!你是我生活中的开心果,不论有多么伤感,看见你总会让我绽开开心的笑容!再次祝愿幽默大王教授快乐幸福常相伴!恳诚的谢谢你!谢谢! 当我再次打开QQ时,看见很多朋友对我的祝愿与关注,有:一帘幽梦、随风、榆树、梦如姐、黑熊宝宝 太多太多的祝愿与祈福,虽然大家平常各忙各的,并无多少时间来往,但这次在你们身上我看见了人性中的真善美。我深深的觉得,在这个世界上,人,只要心不孤单,就是生命里最大的快乐了!有你们的祈祷和祝愿,我终于又以崭新的一面健康的站在你们面前了! 关心我的亲人和朋友们都知道我病了,是他们给我送来了一串串美好的祝福!是他们给我送来了一阵阵欢快的笑声!是他们给我送来了一股股无穷的力量!朋友们真诚的问候和牵挂,温暖着我那颗原本脆弱的心,人在生病的时候更容易被感动!更容易流眼泪!看着病床边一束束美丽的康乃馨,我在心里千万次告诉自己:一定要尽快好起来!一定不辜负亲人和朋友们对我美好的祝愿! 终于回到了温馨的家。因为尚未痊愈,我还不能走出家门。春天在我的眼中,突然成为遥远的季节。而我,只能在百平米的空间里坐坐、躺躺、听歌、看书、眼睛的方向就是电脑。远处有山,可是太远,我望不到翠绿。心情里的阳光一点点堆积,我知道我必须要学会坚强! 这一段日子里,无限制的时间在有限制的空间里显的孤独,捋捋甩甩长发,时间转瞬即逝,坐在电脑前的时间也不能过长,看一会儿,打几个字就需要休息,只好将时间割成碎块,零散地消费掉。无奈的敲击着键盘,敲下自己这段时间的心路历程,留作我人生中永久的回忆了! 天天忙碌的时候,人很充实,复杂中多的是简单,不必细思精虑什么。现在的沉静,让大脑变成了空白,情不自禁地怀念起那些渐远的时光故事也渐渐萌发了补充新能量的渴望。静立窗前平心而思:经历过挫折、灾难之后,我才体会到了关爱的力量,才更看出生命珍贵与美好。在我活着的每一天里,我应怎样存在?望着窗外的蓝天、白云,我开始琢磨如何去实现生命的美丽!在新春佳节来临之际,我像所有关心我的人道声:谢谢!谢谢!愿你们合家欢聚,快乐幸福!健康常伴! 在一篮篮鲜花的清香中;在一声声微笑的关怀里;在老公和姐姐精心细致的照料下,还有更多的亲人、同事、朋友的祝福下,我渐渐的康复!老公见我开心的样子,脸上也露出了久违的笑容,但老公还是不放心我,仍然在我的身边陪伴着我,窗外,太阳出来了!雪已经融化,我走到阳台上,轻轻地依偎在老公的身边,尽情地享受着阳光的沐浴,感觉好温暖!好温馨!好幸福!好快乐!今天,我已经康复出院了,病后的我,似乎懂得了许多、许多、许多 赞 (散文编辑:江南风) 春之消雪 春之消雪,多了 遥念,欲说还休。遥念,就在那片雪原之上。雪还真是很美,到底是春天… 等待 等待,是一种坚守,执着于某种信念而不离不弃。可能因为某一种承诺,也有可能因为某一… 要善于倾听不同的声音和意见 我于10月6日 发表 了一篇 游记 散文 :《 满眼 秋色 美如画》,不少 文学 网站 得到了… 读《廊桥遗梦》 “当白蛾子张开翅膀的时候,可以来找我,随时都可以”。我想,如果我是一个男人,当收… 从今天开始,我要快乐 很早以前囫囵吞枣读过《呼兰河传》,记得当时心情着实沉重了好久,具体是哪些人物引起… 得病的时日 这两天接二连三的打喷嚏,我说是有人在念我,别人都说我有病,最后医生也说我有…

october Yang light

Autumn scenery is rosy, and the sky is full of rosy clouds. October in the Sunny Sun is the season of fruity fragrance, and I am looking forward to the coming of October. Autumn leaves fall yellow and dance with the wind, and my thoughts fade for a few dusk; October is the deep feeling of maple leaves. Eager to enter your sunrise and dusk. Every morning, a woman welcomes a wisp of morning breeze, picks up a drop of morning dew, finds a fragrance of flowers, waits for the sunrise with a pure heart, and shines on her body with thousands of sunshine, heart mischievously! Could you please put on a colorful chardonnay for her at the moment of staring at the sunshine, and let the sunshine last forever! The sun was in the east, hiding behind the woods. A woman was bathing in the morning glow, expecting it to burst out, accumulating infinite energy, giving her sunshine and brightness, and giving her light and heat. She stretched out her hand, and the Sunshine stayed in her palm, then she held the sunshine, then let it go gently. Suddenly, she smelt the smell of sunshine, warm and light fragrance, mixed with light lavender. Sunshine is as smooth as silk and satin, and it is soft texture, touching the cheek lightly, and the heart is as clear as water drops. Therefore, she fell in love with the sunrise, the sunshine, the tree-lined path, and the heat of her dancing in the forest full of morning light. Loveismysicknessandyouaremydrug,I’m Addicted (. Love is a kind of disease, I caught up with it. You are my medicine. I’m addicted.) The wind in October and the Sunshine held her hand, brushed away the sand and dust on her eyes and comforted her strong and fragile shoulders. The wind put the warm sunshine in her palm. This sunshine is a sparkling poem, like grass, spreading to the bottom of my heart, and the thoughts like spring water are stretching on the sky of October…… With the sunshine, I stick to the initial watch and plant the vicissitudes and beauty on the sun without wandering and hesitating. Because of the sunshine, she saw those eyes and felt the clarity, warmth and enthusiasm of that emotion. Besides sunshine, there is also the holy rain dew, which makes flowers bloom and dust shine. The sunshine of October is the warmth before dawn and a silent poem. Listen to the falling sound of sunshine with you, taste the beauty under the sunshine with you. 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…

Like flowers

The breeze blows, the drizzle is decadent, is it pouring out? Is shallow sing? Or sad? The slight feelings are filled with smiles, and my thoughts are wisps. Among all the plants, I like flowers most, just that kind of involuntarily love. Maybe flowers bloom and fall perfectly and give poetic and pictorial meanings, right? I can’t say for sure, I really want to have a flower field with flowers blooming and fragrant, put my life in it, get drunk in it, and never wake up. I like flowers because of my childhood. On an ignorant day, I cried everywhere. Students used white paper to consciously fold small white flowers with teachers. Villagers picked all the flowers with white flowers, they all went to the village Department devoutly and put them in front of a black gauze photo frame. Later they knew that this mourning was unprecedented across the country. That flower, that love, that scene, is heartbreaking. From then on, I knew that white flower is holy, and let me know that flowers have stories. I like flowers. When I was a young girl, my neighbor was the village head. His parents bought a rose flower, so other people were reluctant to waste to grow this edible flower! Every spring, summer and autumn are full of red flowers. There are a lot of flowers. One is close to the other, and the dense fragrance of flowers can be smelled from a distance, which attracts many bees and butterflies flying, I was always not afraid of my hands being hurt by thorns. I stretched out my hands quietly and folded the flowers out of the wooden fence gently, hiding behind me secretly. I went home and found an ink bottle filled with water and inserted it into it, put it on the head of the bed, in the company of flowers, in the low and stuffy small house, I spent summer one after another, and I didn’t feel hot. After a long time, the petals were zeroed, I was reluctant to throw it away. I was exquisitely stuck in the book, and the flowers blossomed and fell. The fragrant memory kept lingering in my mind, letting me know that flowers are spiritual. Later, I met someone who held hands for a lifetime, envious of the sentiment of the rose and admiring the heart words expressed by the Rose! However, the person beside the pillow still doesn’t understand romance and wind and flowers. In his heart, maybe I am not the charming and graceful promise of a flowery woman without flowers? Don’t have that beautiful romance! Every time I see the pursuers in movies and TV plays, or the moment when my lover gives me a big bouquet of roses, I will burst into tears. I admit that I am an emotional woman, indulged in the promise of eternal love for a long time, the love with mutual affection and mutual love is a kind of unspeakable beauty even if it is close to the end of the world. Li Qingzhao wrote the romantic lingering of the poet’s lovesickness with a cut of plum blossom: The Red Lotus Root fragrance and the residual Jade cover the autumn. Skivvies, alone on lan zhou. Who will send the brocade book in the cloud? yan zi back in, yuemanxilou. Migratory water artesian. A kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. This situation could be eliminated by no means, so I frowned but fell into my heart. It was full of lovesickness, deep feeling, floating flowers and flowing water, which witnessed the poet’s sweet, light sorrow and shallow years, and made me understand that flowers also have affection and tenderness. I like flowers because: life is as beautiful as summer flowers, death is as beautiful as autumn leaves. When we walk on the road, when butterflies are flying over the countryside, they will send out people’s elegan, we are like idle flowers or clouds wandering in half an acre of flower field. Have you heard a girl named Tian Wei telling softly: I am willing to be happy, but I am only willing to be happy? In the lonely midnight; In the snowy morning; In her words “half mu of flower field”, I can’t see a trace of sadness, only a beautiful girl, she planted the flower field meticulously and let it bloom. I searched the watchers who never saw flowers in the flower field, maybe she is in the strong fragrance of flowers? Maybe she is in the flowers that snuggle up to each other? Maybe she can only be reborn in the words of “half mu of flower field? Since then, every month and every day every year, I hope there will be an angel smiling in the flower field where flowers bloom, which will let me know that no matter flowers bloom or fall, flowers have legendary lives. I like to face the sea, Spring flowers bloom, this is Haizi’s poem, revealing the poet’s yearning for romantic life, but also a lot of helplessness and bitterness to reality, at this time, I have learned that flowers also have dreams. Maybe we still need to pursue Haizi’s footprints and go all the way to be a happy person from tomorrow! 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. 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Grassland of dream

Waiting for you to stay in November every time when you are tired, Zhanjiang is blowing the cool sea breeze as usual. I have met her for the nth time. She still carried that big backpack, but she could leave a feeling of empty and flat. The bright brown curly hair was distributed behind the thin shoulders, walking quietly in the noisy campus with a bicycle. Classmate, can you do me a favor? My car has lost its chain, but I can’t do it well. When she asked me for help, I was squatting to tie my often loose shoelace. Looking up, I suddenly saw a flower blooming instantly, with a vivid and lovely hairstyle and a light smile. There were always black pearls circling around in the dark black eyes. I couldn’t refuse that kind of gentleness, but after three days, I was given a dinner as a thank. After that, Jing began to enter my life slowly, occupying most of my notebook frequently. It is because of the serious imbalance between boys and girls in school. At that time, I thought that girls like Jing were still single. Therefore, I, a boy with extremely ordinary appearance, had the opportunity to get into the quiet life, and soon became her boyfriend. The time we spend together is as simple as common stock friends. We have dinner together and stroll around the campus and track and field again and again, half lying together on the football field which was never full of grass, counting the stars in the sky, then telling each other’s past, and reading the same book closely in the library together, I think love should be like this, unlike the vigorous in Korean TV series, but with the calmness and calmness that Chinese should have, which can give me a feeling of flowing water anyway. But for countless times when I was looking aside, I could see the silence of silence, which made my soul seem to be stripped away. I was anxious and inexplicably afraid in my heart, just like the elf who broke into the world, floating above the world, you will not be moved by anything. I told myself with the seventh feeling peculiar to boys that something was brewing and would happen without sleep. My dream is to drive my own sheep on the boundless grassland, wander in every corner of the grassland, and read everyone’s life in the grassland, jing said her dream to me calmly, and I followed the scene: there, I built a cabin for you, calling you to drive the sheep home at dusk every day, having a hot dinner around the table. Of course, there are also a group of our children who regard the grassland as a football field without boundaries. When they finish playing football happily every day, I found that, I didn’t say these words like pleasing me to the ground. At that moment, holding my hand quietly, I really hoped this was a fact, and it started from that moment. Sorry, in the distant grassland, my ideal and love have sprouted, but unfortunately, someone has been there waiting for me and him to wait for their growth. For you, I stretched out my hand to cover Jing’s mouth. I didn’t want to say such words from Jing’s mouth eventually. I would rather she told me through others. After knowing Jing, I learned that Jing still retained that incomplete love, and that prairie dream was born in that love. I never mentioned it. I thought those things would become the past. I thought that the distance of thousands of kilometers and the hot love could not reach the barrier of the glacier river, but they did it, after crossing those glaciers and rivers, they merged together. I quitted silently and returned to the world that belonged to me. Then at every moment of missing, I opened the dusty diary, in which there was only silence except me. The confusion of that period of time was just like the hazy drizzle in March. The memory gathered and scattered in every corner, but it could still arouse ripples constantly. In those days when someone accompanied me, in fact, my calm heart was not here. I could see that I didn’t want to expose it. Of course, I extremely liked that flower-like girl, but I couldn’t keep her. Jing, I don’t expect anything. I just hope you can regard my arms as your home when you are tired. Jing: the process and the ending both have the desolate Riverside where I feel greedy and hard to cross, but I find that the other shore is the other shore. Fortunately, I am just a large campus, is it fate to see the same boy countless times? Seeing that he wanted to stop talking every time, I decided to get to know him initiatively. It happened that the bicycle fell off the chain, and I saw him again, so just take him as free labor. He seemed a little surprised that I would stop him, but I didn’t care. After repairing the car, I left his phone number by the way, and three days later, I asked him out for a meal with the reason of thanks afterwards. Naturally, we got to know each other. Lin seemed to be a nice person. Although he looked just so-so, he had a good heart and was careful enough. My friend asked me to think about it, I said that I already had my own heart and could not tolerate the second person. We spent a lot of time together like good friends. Lin seemed to have a good impression on me, but I tried my best to maintain that layer of paper, and also hoped that he would not expose it. However, the expected thing still happened. Seeing his sincere confession, I couldn’t bear to refuse and acquiesced. Recently, I had a quarrel with Wei. I was very angry and a little impulsive to leave for such a big thing. Lin seemed to be aware of my absent-minded mind, but he never said that he was always good to me and did anything I didn’t want but had to do for me. At that moment, I have thought about giving up Wei and devoting myself to the love with Lin wholeheartedly. People are still greedy, always thinking about the pot in the bowl. While I was obsessed with Wei, I also maintained the distance between Lin and me. None of the three people had ever been happy in such a life. Wei finally decided to give up. Our dream of the beautiful grassland which had been for three years turned out to be just a dream. When we woke up, it should be shattered. I feel that everything in the world is unreal and will leave me someday. But Lin seemed to treat me better. He could see my unhappiness, he could understand my inner despair, and he also tried hard to rebuild my broken dream deep in my heart. He told me that he would build a cabin for me in the grassland, calling me to drive the sheep home at dusk every day, and eating hot dinner around the table. He also told me that a group of our children would regard the grassland as a football field without boundaries, playing football happily every day I think I choose to cheat is the most correct thing I do. I shouldn’t have such pure love. That kind of love filled me with guilt and revealed my business of stepping on two boats. Every time I thought of it, I felt a faint pain. I broke up with Lin with the lie that I chose to follow Wei to complete my dream of grassland. I wish that he could meet a better girl, at least with his single heart, I had both the process and the ending, but during this period, even I felt greedy. I struggled to cross the desolate Riverside, but found that the other shore was the other shore. Fortunately, I was just me, not related to anyone else. At that time, I am thought like this. Lin: go far away with a pure white dream and guard it for the whole life. I will wait for you not far away. When I know Jing lied to me, she has already carried the familiar backpack, she went straight to the grassland with her dream. I know that basically no one can change what she decides, and so can I. However, I can’t, nor can I let her bear the dream of grassland which once belonged to her, Wei and me alone. In love, all kinds of mistakes can be forgiven, while quiet dreams are missing my wooden house, the football team we formed together and the sheep we returned at dusk, but it is absolutely imperfect and unforgivable. Jing, believe me, not far away, I will call you at the intersection to drive the sheep back. 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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A love letter

Dear sister-in-law: At the moment of mood is good! We have been building a small family for 16 years, and Zhou Teng, our son of love crystallization, has also crossed the threshold of 15 years old. It is really like a shuttle of sun and moon, and time flies like an arrow, unconsciously, the size of our son has surpassed US. Are we really getting old? Son are so big, become burly quite when-up young man, but why sometimes we will like babies grumpy? As the saying goes, every family has a difficult Sutra. Yeah, one that lives under one roof, which have no arms touch legs? Memories ten years of married life, indeed we experienced many. We have love, joy, happiness; We also have ouqi, slapstick, mouth battle; We have love of sweet, also have odds of suffering; We have moonlight of walking hand, there are bed back-to-back non-cold shoulder; We have lots of common words, also have on cold eyes, each other silent think already past with joy, no no Niu, at this moment, feeling why? As? -That’s life, this is life! Such is life, good life not have well, sometimes talk not ear, not love of a face, look down on people of a rack, angry, impatient, angry. What, who fear who? You big Masters have what fantastic? You twat a know? You won’t let me, I won’t let you, fire more greater, small family war will inevitably erupted. Say a word in heart, in build small family life in, daughters-in-law of credit is so high. In particular, many efforts have been made in breeding, raising and nurturing children. In small family life in daughter-in-law role is the hard, as daughter-in-law to the husband good daughter-in-law of obligations, as mother is slipping for children selflessly contributed their love, in every possible way to care for their children, laundry, cooking, cleaning. As a husband? Do you usually do much less? Bought food? Cleaned health? For kids ever washing clothes? Cook? If should daughter-in-law do. Is the rethought, if at home, Lao Tzu world first, willing when lazy, daughter-in-law say a few words about that begins to beat daughter-in-law, really is bad, also what big Masters? No magnanimous! You said? If someone asked me, OWN also played daughter-in-law? Tell the truth, I also played back once or twice, in fact completely avoidable, but at that time young, because a word both unconvinced, results will force want to see, results is stirring up or settling hurt between husband and gas, now now, I to my dear wife confession, I never should have hands-on, I the beat stone, steel, should never have come and beat your, please daughter-in-law forgive, for this real admit, I intend to give you wash a week clothes, I really want to give you wash, if afraid I wouldn’t wash clean won’t let me wash, that can’t say I don’t repent. Of course, I also want to buy an unexpected gift to daughter-in-law, made her guess why send her a present? Of course she won’t guess, to apologize to her, in order to write this article, to express my of daughter-in-law sincerity. I know my wife’s Loves Me A, daughter-in-law if know I am cold with play this confession of article, will be very moved. Also really certain things are not boast, nearly a week since, contract Cold’s person many, I entered 2006 nian since, this is the second time a cold, I have also read Cold human good for article, then I don’t willing to cold, but why cold virus so arrogant, as man-not so arrogant, the daughter-in-law a more understanding, more trust, between husband and more of a love, and harmony harmony, build warm heart of small family life. Conjugal Love is overcome no hardship of magic weapon. Since set up small family life, the mandate is. If couples communicate more, understand more, and maintain more, they will have more trust; Between husband and wife, multi-Cold War, non-exchange, multi-misunderstanding will extra-large gap, let small incident event, resulting in undue harm. The infectiveness of war in, man should act pot-bellied and generous, should put down man of shelf, active to wife outstretched for peace hand. Actually couples War in, first surrender of also tend to be men, because men can’t stand without women lonely feeling, can’t stand no woman’s tenderness, more can’t stand no woman at home comfortable foot life. Or to his daughter-in-law tribute, or to strong woman extend highest salute. Here to this-as daughter-in-law of woman, in small family of war, must be strong, the war back to her own home escape is desirable, but don’t too long, most don’t more than three days, don’t angry over, since man husband to you bow, bow to you, should tactful, repent and be saved, if not yet, may make its Echo, big the all anger then court will see you on, it may be bitter for their next generation of, This is the most terrible result. Woman is brilliant flowers, daughter-in-law is sunflower. Man is jiao yang, husband is tall erect man. Happy family need men to support, but also women to stable. Men life of happy without woman’s pay, same women’s happiness life is inseparable from man’s understanding and operated. Couple’s life is destined, and a happy small family needs to be built by two people. Wife is husband warm harbor, of the woman is stable backer; Wife is husband sweet little quilted jacket, husband is wife to snuggle backbone. Dear Wife, me and perhaps many do not your mind, but I strive after do better. Maybe I there are many deficiencies, please believe I will get rid. Not saying, Gold non-barefoot, no one is perfect? As long as we understand each other can make our life more rich, our life more color. You said? Dear, it’s getting late, immediately to eleven at night, just write here. Hope our better tomorrow, more brilliant, more warm, more color. Finally I wish dear wife happy, life liking, brilliant mood every day. Handshake, visual, hug, kiss. Your husband: book xin yi men’s 2006 nian 6 yue 14 ri late 11 was 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…

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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…