Star in your own movie

Life seems to be busy, but I feel that I have done nothing. After thinking it over, I really don’t know what to say or do. The stretched hand only grasped the empty space; The twisted head only saw the wind behind him. Thinking of the road when I came and the people who left, I couldn’t help feeling sad: the long road of life, I walked through the ignorance and stumbled out of the door of youth, I really became the eldest daughter in the eyes of my parents; I finally became my daughter’s mother. Life is really like a play. Today you play childhood, tomorrow I play growth; Today you have difficulties, tomorrow you taste sweet. In the play, outside the stage of life, who can say who is the protagonist and who is the match? In this scene of his own life, everyone is the most unusual protagonist. Don’t say: I can’t do it. Don’t say: I am still young. Don’t say: I’m just a supporting role. Believe: as long as you work hard, as long as you value yourself, you will make yourself invincible. Although you are very small, just like a tiny dust, you can’t catch or touch it. Even with the strong wind, you will disappear without trace. But you can gather together, you can leave it into mud, and finally solidify in the soil, who can control your body? So trust! No matter how tiny the thing is, it also has its meaning of existence; No matter how fragile the grass is, it also has its stubborn body; No matter how tiny the figure is, it will also bloom beautiful for the stage in his heart! Therefore, don’t complain about fate; Don’t complain about yourself; Don’t let yourself not believe in yourself. You know, God can give us life, which is already a rare opportunity. So, work hard! You will see a different self! So, believe it! You will be the most beautiful cloud on the stage of your life! Looking up at the sky, the stars at night are flashing quietly. There was no trace of wind, but this night was cold and cold, and this winter was really desolate for many people’s dreams! However, I want to go to tomorrow. What time are the twinkling stars in the sky? Are they shining my tiny dreams? Stretching his hand to the cold night sky, a burst of coolness suddenly filled my heart, clenched his hand, let the coolness and warmth in my hands. My heart warmed up, and it was no longer cold. Close the window tightly and stop the elves in the night. It’s late at night, I should go to sleep. Yesterday, the smoke disappeared; Tonight, the dream still exists; Tomorrow, it is worth looking forward. Whether it is caught or not, at least the stretched hand has drawn an arc in the air like a rainbow. How can this trace make the beach of memory run aground at will? The busy life still needs to continue. No matter what you did or didn’t do; No matter what you said or didn’t say; You have already played the leading role in your play! 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…

Take the cat walk on the road of life

Morning go out, encounter light rain came from heaven and. Rain is not big, also too lazy to home umbrella. Avoid the shallow puddles and jump forward along the middle of the road. Walking to the narrow road, I had to learn to walk a cat step. The rain at the end of autumn was not too cold, and the mist like fine yarn covered me, which was a little comfortable. When I was a child in my hometown, I was so happy with the rain. At that time, the path in the village was more like the rain Lane, but I didn’t notice whether there was a girl with an oil paper umbrella passing. When it rains, I always like to be immersed in the rain alone. Although my clothes are all wet, my heart is happy. Every time I get home, my parents’ reprimand is indispensable. Now I think about it, this is also a kind of warmth, but it was already frustrated at that time. There is no mud on the asphalt roads in the city, so don’t worry about the mud splashing on the soles of your feet. Because the road paved by someone can march forward as far as possible. However, the path in the country is more like life, and every step you take needs to be explored by yourself. The unknown front always makes people careful, how like walking a cat walk. The road of life can be leisurely or elegant. It is also an accidental opportunity to see the city around you from buildings with more than a dozen floors. A bay of clear water flows through our eyes, while the shore is full of green. I was shocked by the beautiful scenery immediately. Because the Yellow River, uneven trees and messy fallen leaves were always seen at close range in the past. It is hard to imagine that the scenery can change like this. This reminds me of a phenomenon: we, who have been away from home for many days, always can’t wait to go home when holidays come, visit our parents and do some housework to show filial piety. However, I often talk back to my parents within a few days, thinking that I have learned more knowledge outside. My parents’ way of thinking, ways of doing things and habits have already fallen behind, it has not kept up with the trend of the times. What’s more, they will complain about their parents because of their stubbornness. Maybe this is just like seeing the nearby scenery and only feeling that there is nothing new, it is just too entangled in details. Poor parents all over the world, their love for their children is selfless. If one day we can climb high and look far away, maybe we will find that parents’ love for us is like the endless green water flowing far away. What an intoxicating thing this is. Why don’t you understand it at this time, even misinterpret the love of parents for us? Human beings are animals that love memories. Everything in the past always jumped into our mind inadvertently. Look at the road you have traveled, step by step, so clear and powerful. When recalling the past with gray temples, who would focus on one thing for a while but could not let go? Although the road of life is bumpy, we cannot stand still. Instead of sighing in the future, it is better to learn to take the cat walk now. This is a kind of elegance and generosity. 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…

Northern love, our love

Ashamed to say, after several days of bloody battles day and night, the journey of Northern love finally came to an end. Every time I watched a play and closed the computer with both hands, there will be an inexplicable emptiness in my heart. The stool was still as cold as water, and my feet were numb and unconscious. Only the verdant potted plant at the corner of the table reminded me that the story was over and life had to continue, from the moment I closed the computer, everything had nothing to do with me. I am just a actor, and I shed tears in others’ stories. But to be honest, after watching Northern love, I have gained a lot. The success of a TV play does not lie in its high audience rating, instead, its ending left us in a daze period, unknown future and bohemian us with one and another question and answer that can only be relieved by ourselves. About Life, about youth, about bread, about love, about family affection, about friendship to live like Lin Xia, simple and Frank. Only by living in this way can you live freely, stick to your love and guard your faith, even if the road ahead is rough, even if one day, the person you love with all your strength, it will also become the Prince of others and the spoils for others to show off their youth capital. But at least, that person has appeared, maybe he just played the role of passer-by, maybe he just rode past your window with yellow mirror decals, maybe it is just a beautiful fault in your life, but that person accompanied you through youth, through love, into maturity, and met the most beautiful you in your most beautiful years. Every kind-hearted girl like Lin Xia would meet her own big medicine bottle, which contained all kinds of medicines. Although there was no forgetful water or regret medicine, there was full of love in it, full of melted love. Although the big medicine bottle was given to Lin Xia, he didn’t have the same heart as a madman, the youth and blood he deserved after 80 s, and the kind of soul he didn’t keep when he saw a madman every time, but the big medicine bottle gave her lack of sense of security, a harbor of soul and a safe harbor of life. Every time being hurt by a madman or youth, leaning on the firm shoulder of a big medicine bottle, it seems that all the disputes of honor and disgrace in the world have nothing to do with oneself. When you are tired, tired, crying, and bitter, there is someone sitting quietly with you, share your happiness and sadness. Lin Xia said that the arms of the big medicine bottle were the warmest, because he gave this simple girl the power to continue living. Love like a madman, love, crazy. The Madman’s self-exile was only intended to revenge his father’s mistakes when he was young and his father’s escape from the responsibility of marriage. The night club is full of light and wine, the noisy and bustling mockery, the crowded men and women, and the Madman just soaks in the flashy night club every day. For love, he always has his own words, love, only after experiencing countless women, he was in over thousands of flowers, but the leaves were not touched. Love became the only prop to prove his life. He didn’t know until he met Shen Bing, he had never loved at all. He thought he knew everything, but actually he knew nothing. The madman has defined love a lot. Seeing Shen Bing’s first sight, he instantly made the madman understand the true meaning of love. In the basketball court of Norda, the madman said that in the eyes of Xiao Meng and Shen Bing looking at each other, I found that I had never loved him at all, buddy, shen Bing made the madman really become a madman, without reason and out of control, knowing clearly that Shen Bing is a good buddy’s woman, knowing clearly that he and Xiaomeng’s Brotherhood, they knew clearly that they would not break up until the end of the world in 2012, but the madman fell in love without hesitation, and he couldn’t go back if he fell in love. The madman is actually a very lonely person, who is afraid of the prosperity of the city. When night falls, the lights are on, standing on the bridge of people coming and going, and the lonely little heart, I was exposed ruthlessly in the night, and my worry was magnified infinitely. He was always looking for peace in the hustle and bustle, just like the dripping lyrics that had been written to Lin Xia. The rain was patting the water, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, who do you talk to in the lonely night? Who will wipe the sad tears, will he still care about him… the sincerity of the madman finally influenced Shen Bing’s heart, or took out the marriage certificate from his pocket to Lao Wu on that empty basketball court. The madman said Love, it is at a certain moment in your life, somewhere, when you meet someone, at the moment of Shi Guang thermal power, your life has changed since then… the love of a madman is so crazy, regardless of this, it can’t be resisted, and it’s rain or rain. In front of her mother’s tomb, Lin Xiadao had the helplessness of growing up. Growing up was a phenomenon that violated the laws of nature. Looking at herself forcefully, she was torn to pieces by years, but he had to accept this kind of growth… the madman said that Lin Xia was a good girl. He swore to his underground mother that if he could meet Lin Xia in the next life, he would marry her as his wife. Yes, the hope that the madman gave Lin Xia was so desperate… to follow like Shen Bing, without complaint or regret. Xiaomeng’s rental house is small but clean, narrow but warm. Because of love, material wealth cannot compare with spiritual abundance. Shen Bing was a girl like ice and snow, glittering, clear, simple and clean. She was the kind of person who followed her and wouldn’t let her go for the rest of her life. The shallow dimples, intoxicating smiles, black hair and delicate figure are just so refined, just like those who walk out of the painting, spotless, like what a madman said, with Xian Qi children. Since July 6th, 2007, I, Shen Bing, have never given up the person around me. I will be wherever he is, unless this person tells me personally that I don’t love you anymore, I don’t want you anymore… this is Shen Bing’s will not leave, no car, no house, no money, no power, just follow as always, just for this man, for this love, for this heart that will never change until death. Xiao Meng’s words, she came, because Xiao Meng needed her, so she came. When Xiaomeng had nothing, she was there. When Xiaomeng was rich, she left. When a madman had everything, she was not rare. When the madman was on the verge of bankruptcy, she came. Madman, With you, I will have the whole world. I will only treat you well in my life, because I will not be complete without you, and I will not be myself without you, if I leave you, I will die. If I leave you, I will lose my goal to live… think like Lao Wu, for him and for her. Lao Wu’s love for Xiao Xi has never ended. The four years of college were inseparable, the three years of graduation were on call, Xiao Xi’s relentless betrayal, Xiao Xi’s wound words, Xiao Xi’s vanity, he ignored them, xiao Xi needed it. He must put everything aside and come back to her first. He loved her so much that he didn’t know how to love, how to give up and how to forget. He had neither grand goals nor ambitions. He just wanted to find someone to accompany him for a lifetime and live a peaceful life. In front of interests, Xiao Xi, Xiao Wu and Wu Wei, he had been sticking to his belief all the time. He even did not hesitate to turn against his brother and alienate Xiao Wu, separated from Xiaoxi. He was always thinking of others. Lao Wu understood Xiao Xi’s leaving, because he couldn’t give her the luxury she wanted. Her dream was to be wrapped by Luxuries. He knew her, so he let her go because he loves her. Xiao Xi came back with scars and broken dreams. He accepted her without complaint or explanation, just because he still loved her. The madman was his brother. No matter the prosperity and loneliness of the Madman, he was always accompanied by him. Wu Di was just such a person who was persistent and invincible in the world. Regret like Xiao Xi, till death, endless. Xiao Xi is more beautiful than a flower, fresh and charming. In the simplest four years, she used to treat love as everything, just like all girls. But under the temptation of money, she gave up love and chose bread, which was good, the famous brand satisfied her original idea, but the truest one was getting farther and farther. Andy chose her just because she was beautiful and could handle it. After being exhausted, Yang Zixi left all kinds of famous brand shoes that she used to guard like her life, smashed her biggest dream of opening a flower shop, and harvested half-ripe youth everywhere. I thought that I would be the Changchun flower, and the flower would never be invincible, which would always be a dream; I thought that Wu Di would always stand on the cross road, waiting for himself to go home; I thought that money could satisfy all my greed, including happiness. He thought that Wu Di would come back to himself if he found the ring that died with love. But I forget that I am a flower, a flower that will wither and rot; But I forget that when you turn, he will also turn, the next intersection, you will not find his figure; But you forget that money is just something outside of your body, and you will not bring it to life or death. Lin Xia said that we thought we knew who we knew very well, but actually nobody knew. In fact, Xiao Xi was more stupid than anyone else… about Xiao Meng, this typical tragic figure, I don’t know how to describe him. It was the society that made him, and it was the society that defeated him. He is so cute that he has been guarding his cherry balls for seven years, but he has never changed his mind; He is hateful, hateful to abandon and forget righteousness, and he is captured by power; He is sad, it was so sad that even love could be marked clearly. Friendship was just a bargaining chip; He was so pitiful that he had everything, but nobody shared it with him. He always complained that it was the Bad World that changed him, the unfair world that destroyed him, and the world of fame and wealth that seduced him. But he forgot that it was your things that could not be bought with anything, and you could not keep them even if you didn’t try your best. Fairness and unfairness were just vanity that could not be changed at birth, but it can change the attitude of life. Xiao Wu’s motto is that his own tragedy is caused by himself and his responsibility is to the end. Life is based on happiness and love is based on reciprocity. Once upon a time, my dream was to become a woman like Xiao Wu, having her own career, being smart and capable, and living with knowledge and taste. However, it is difficult for me to become a climate with emotional nature. I know that being such a woman is just a superficial luster. Under a strong appearance, a soft heart is hidden, what you gain is not only the favor of others, but also the emptiness and loneliness of the whole night and the exhaustion of every moment. Wu Wei ignored Wu Di’s life belief at the last moment and at the end of his life, but his infatuation also touched everyone. Love turns everyone into a poet, cleanses the lead, he wrote that you are in New York and I am in beijing. I only do one thing. I love you professionally. If love can become a career, how good it would be. I will never leave early and I will never change my career. This is the term of office. The happiest job in the world is to be your professional lover. Do you want to cry, wu Wei has a thick diary, which records all thoughts and past. I also have a diary bearing my seven-year history. From the sixth grade of primary school to the completion of the college entrance examination, I was moved for the first time, holding hands for the first time, fighting for the first time, being brothers and brothers with boys for the first time, and I, it was the first time that I was criticized by teachers, and many of them were the first time that my childhood and youth became blank immediately after the college entrance examination. It seemed that I had never lived. Otherwise, please ask, what can I prove. The ending of Northern love was an ending without ending. The farewell letter sent by Lin Xia to the big medicine bottle had not been sent out yet. Fei Si was still spitting out cigarettes, and the whole picture was filled with smoke, da Hua was still drinking mineral water with his head carried, Lao Wu was still handing Xiao Xi the hot coffee, and the Madman was still waiting for Shen Bing to wake up with his special eyes. Everything is so static, everything is stopped like this, but the electronic watch hanging on the wall is still a countdown of one second. After all, time is not waiting for others, we can’t wait for others… we can’t go back after all. The ending of Northern love is decided by Chen Sicheng, while our ending is decided by ourselves. The ending of youth depends on the present, who will decide your ending. Goodbye, Northern love, goodbye, youth… (purely personal opinion, Beijing Love Story, worth watching, also worth waiting for…) Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Red Years past smoke

Red Years, Purple Haze shrouded, seemingly clear sky, yilianyoumeng suddenly and return home, chaos, near and far, to birds and flowers, like a poet, Let Love wafting rainbow over past lives, start searching journey. Stroll red, Midnight Moonlight, hold miss, climbing, in sleep edge circulation, will you? Have you ever forgot we sentimental vow? Remember, we met that season is Qiong Yao poem season [remember the autumn], also poem out of a: Remember that season, we swim together, I took a handful red leaves, you pick a bunch Lu won, Mountain in treetops blowing, grass in-pendulum waist, we relative gaze, autumn in our hands. Then we every day lightly stepping on Horizon Sunset of happy, with Rose fragrance carefully woven into love Garland, worn on time of head, you also always along with my eyes paved road, roll in, we with playfully hand in hand crushed shadow of the Sun; With sunset in the lake on water shouted: I love you, which surprised her fish on the River rippling layers happy ripples, poke our hearts Bobo earlier affection. Really, we like Cocoon Butterfly, elegant flying, excited happy, I and warm up own destination, blindly chasing you shuttle, suddenly discovered, I how to catch up with your footsteps, you have leave me out in a splendid garden, gave me a touching legend, I blurred, lost, never find its way home. If you prepare to the other side, leave me a Grieve not back, let me grow into White Lotus lying quietly in time in the lotus pool, swaying, for you left unattended a pool fragrance, as my childish heart will become good beautiful beautiful. I will care together with full blessing, mounted on the wings of a bird, the warmth of the Sun, side happy envisaged, over seas, accompany in your side. I gently time exile fingers, with disillusioned text, affectionate took my future, not for spring; Not clear, only willing to just wait for time baizhuanqianhui, accompany Miss with tread setting sun shining. nian zhuan Red, a few degrees bitter, I still persistent, still blooming flower-like gentle, often review, quietly moist in the dream, wet eyes are wet heart, many years and years behind lingering, have shallow wind, can not go back, eventually pass, that’s all. We mournful pass, I wind sigh, love tired, heartache, tears, come to an end, once the vows of eternal love, turned, slip away’s in the twilight dusk after. Busy fall, who in the dead help piano flick, drop bombs a Idle sorrow? Who let gentle enough text bearing the sea change mulberry field memory? I miss gently folding, with water of the tenderness, strung wind chimes, labeled blessing, hanging in your window, in every midnight dream meet with you, although lost this life, but we expect hereafter to cycle reunion. Red quicksand, passing of night, I stand no street signs of time, waiting for Bana open, no matter when and where, I behind you waiting; Your back, as if a ray of breeze, disrupt my dream, in layer upon layer of miss, only dream most true, just a quietly turned, a smile, let me slander, drunk in your lovingly eyes, cannot extricate oneself, please don’t cruel to verify my love have multi-love is true?. Ethereal boundless miss, like stars, embellishment time of stars, a prosperous, a kind of happiness, and moist my four seasons, the end is fleeting with a scenery, make me happy distressed with collection of. Some feelings, destined to be dream lingering; Some people, destined to be love lingering, such as fog, smoke. Red everything, wind chen xiang, flowers bloom, Flowers Laugh, Sky yi qing; Flower tears, a flow war. In the fingertips transfer in, mottled how much red dream? Exile in wind crying. Luo Dayou in singing: like water flowing away time, changed everyone-Ancient times men have thousands knot, a season, a flower, a parting really is put Let, think no use, have a touch-less pain, have their own a city, as its own most warm place, there with shallow tenderness, through poem lines, and unconstrained style, heart Like water, gently charming midnight dream of thin cool, with nothing but words affectionate, to edify falling into mud sadness and deep bitter. Red water, spring, summer, autumn and winter, blossom flowers. Years such as running water, was coming and flow past, seemingly every day, but in inadvertently record different details and story. Once past, with light longing, in journey wandering, leaving endless memory. In time of red dust, falling window, flowing into a river. Splashing layers of ripples. Ethereal past, hazy such as yarn, Light rhyme mezzotint, lingering, but call not to, lost in the brow, vaguely aware gentle, elegant in mouth, still warm. Is it sad no-cut? Not necessarily, because most hurt most pain in heart, Try tried to forget, but always in the heart of a corner buried, wind blows, falling autumn melancholy. Time in quietly drifting——how much happiness; How much confusion, speckled with way, shop in heart, flying in words, stay half-drunken, pack past smile, still so clear and moving, why not in feeling let oneself slowly growth and maturity; Let heart release; Let thoughts fly freely, read out the beauty of life, understand life charming! Perhaps pass fault; Perhaps beautiful encounter, I don’t know, like a cannot wake from dreams and everywhere I go? Heart is wandering, enchanted or heartbreak the same beauty——something, beyond words, can not let go of and the pain inside as heavy. After all let I loved; Romantic; Tense; Enjoy; Happy, also made me regret; Sorry; And sadness over; Loss; Cry. Before I could see clearly on unsuspectingly passed, time to dilute the moldy tian lao di huang, although I get fragmented, black and blue, but I have no regrets, never forget met a. Memories, light; Sadness, a touch; Old songs, light; Happy, light; Mood, light ——– light fleeting. In those days, in that pure white youth in, wrote our or happy or sad, or sub-or poly of a page, create a beautiful called mature, pick up of memory is eternity. Happy, sweet, sad, painful——-wrong wrong on, actually just lived experience. Hold yourself a unique heart, keep a simple concept, and love with life! The fleeting those people, those things, those who love too true, got in deepest——red traveler, love still, people beyond, love to have gone with the wind; Past smoke, wine wei zui, heart broken and, red a dream; Zhichitianya, as a mirror month stronghold, say not clear helpless and helpless; Former and Moon, whether for understatement of the posture to a cavity heart Poetry Ink, let past-style had no trace? Colorful World, temptation whose eyes, lingering whose red love? Red, shallow, seamless, silent, silent, like it. Red Years, past smoke, all along, only revel, can live Xiaoxiao Sasa, free—– 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…

Say something for “sycophane”

In life, there are often people talking behind the back that so-and-so flatter is a typical sycophant, and his disdainful expression shows his contempt. I often take part in similar judgement, but calm down and think about it, I still feel that people who flatter themselves have their own difficulties and hardships. Therefore, I think it is necessary to say something for the sycophones here. It is really helpless to flatter. The flatter I am talking about here should happen in public institutions with strong business. As for the flatter in the administrative officials’ field, it should belong to the basic skills of officialdom. I suggest not to comment for the time being, and I will write an article to discuss in the future. In some enterprises and public institutions, leaders often sigh like this: Zhang San still has a hand in business, but he has a thorn on his body, which is not easy to control; These four Li people are not bad, but it’s just a bad thing. In! A leader is a leader, and a little sigh is the essence of flattering in a word. Think about it. Zhang san has excellent business. Is it necessary for him to bow around the leader all day? Outstanding work performance should contribute to leaders and the unit itself! But Li Si, who is not able to do business, can he not flatter? If the work task is not completed, the thunder of personnel system reform in the unit is endless. If this flatter doesn’t show its level and make the leaders happy, can this job be stable? Besides, if the flatters are classy, If you shoot professionally, you may be promoted. Compared with those colleagues who work hard, who is a bargain? In order to stabilize your job and develop yourself, even if you sometimes lose a little personality in order to flatter, the advantages are greater than the disadvantages. You said, can you not flatter this? 2. How difficult it is to flatter people everywhere without benefiting themselves! In order to flatter, the leader flattered him, while others passed him by, but he had to come forward properly, racking his brains and naturally commenting on the many benefits of fart for fitness and environmental protection, to always comments leader-ship nodded; Leadership High Fever Suspected SARS. Others escaped away, but they had to see the disease as if they were going back to the ground, affectionately preaching to the leaders that SARS was not terrible and the theory that SARS benefited a lot, regardless of their isolation, the consequence of being scolded by family members; When fresh fruits came on the market, I had to carry fruits to the boss’s home with a full face of laughter, and when I came back home, I had to wipe away the saliva of the whole family when facing the fruits silently; it was hard to find out that the boss’s wife liked a style of leather bag, so she had to give everything to the boss’s wife in time, even if her son had no money to see a doctor and groaned in pain; In order to please the leader, obviously, he was five years older, so he had to ask his son to call the leader as his uncle, even his grandfather. Grandpa Mao said: it is not difficult to do a good thing alone, but it is difficult to do a good thing of a generation. And I think: it is not difficult to flatter once in a while, but it is difficult to flatter once in a while. Do you think this flatter is easy? 3. If flattering is not good, the person who is patted is more responsible. Everyone knows that flattering is not good and will be spurned. As the saying goes: What kind of soil is there and what kind of grass is there. Without the favor of leaders for flattering, can we have the bad habit of flattering? Think about the first time when we kowtowed tentatively, if not the leader smiled so brightly at his Flatters, if not the leader emphasized and promoted the flatters so much, can we make such great progress in flattering skills? Therefore, I think: only when you despise the sycophants, you should criticize the leaders who like to flatter. To sum up, it is necessary for me to strongly appeal here: in the future, when discussing who is the flatterer, you must add a sentence which is not simple! Finally, make a statement: I wrote this article, and never intended to flatter the sycophic. 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…

A piece of maple red, dyed in late autumn

At the frost dusk, I opened the window on a whim to look for the trace of late autumn. I had been looking for the whole dusk even at night. It seemed that I couldn’t find the golden color representing autumn in the southern part of nuoda. The full maple trees were as red as fire, which dyed the south of the Yangtze River into a Red Corridor. The original golden yellow was covered by pieces of red leaves. When Red Maple dyed in late autumn, some worries about autumn had already begun to stay away from us, although some people said that Red Maple represented parting. Picking up a piece of falling maple leaves, I tried to sketch the red maple and sorrow to draw a straight line of intersection, but I could not draw the outline all the time. In my vague memory, your words were engraved all the time: when the maple leaves were fluttering all over the mountain, they would not be far from getting together. Autumn is full of Frost, Maple is red like fire, everything means that my memory, like the clicked notebook, is opened and alive again. Looking through the red maple leaves in hand repeatedly, it seemed that the whole late autumn of Jiangnan lived in this red maple. Who, breathed like blue and walked through the misty rain of Jiangnan, a gentle greeting, a deep flute sound, and the laughter, sent me back to that autumn? Red Maple, you are like a key, let me open the locked heart lock. The oncoming wind is also urging me to hurry up. I was silent, and the past flashed. Xiao Qu’s red seems to be the only dress in late autumn. The East Mountain surrounded by red maple is in silence, burning a sunset glow. The cold wind stepped on two strings of footprints that could not be returned, which shivered the poor autumn night. A soft falling Maple Leaf gently held hands in the alley. The blue flagstone road falling down from maple leaves can grow from the sky to the ground, just like the best love, holding hands, never separate. You gently blew Xiao and gave all the emotions to the melody, which was the most emotional song I heard. In the past, my mind unexpectedly seemed to break a string and fall down all over the ground in time, place, characters and events. Sky no wind, dust alive. At the corner of the street, another red maple leaf fell in front of me. In a hurry, I heard your gentle breath. The voice stared at the falling red maple leaf. I had been listening to a voice. It hid in the panic stretching out from the maple leaves; It lingered in the branches and the Earth, abandoned in the air, and finally fell into the soil on the ground. The night was abandoned, and the whole south of the Yangtze River was in waiting. The sound is very low, some things are withering. Therefore, I tried my best to listen, together with Jiangnan and red maple. Keep a posture, in the wind, in the rain. This kind of sound makes pedestrians who return at night no longer afraid of darkness; This kind of sound makes the moon preserve the brilliance of five thousand years one by one. This kind of sound makes autumn cold warm; This kind of sound makes Lonely waiting meaningful. This kind of voice is saying, wait, when the Maple leaves turn red, I will come back, get together with you, and no longer separate. Waiting for maple red again and again, waiting again and again, from young youth to depressed youth, I seem to become another person. A piece of red maple witnessed all this. My hair had white spots and my eyes had crow’s feet. However, the blood flowing in my body waits for my soul together with the maple red again and again, even if the world is old! When the night was coming, the late autumn was changing makeup. The Red Maple was everywhere. The autumn wind blew through, just like countless red butterflies flying all over the sky, fluttering and falling one after another, which dyed the late autumn red. Looking up at the sky, with expectation, a piece of red brought a vigorous reunion. One year, one month, one day, in the name of waiting, I planted a piece of red maple in the south of the Yangtze River between you and me. 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…

A period of time, give me time

This season was not too close to me. When I was alone, what I wanted to say occasionally had the smell of Alienation. It came inexplicably and went away quietly, which was not as good as the aftertaste. — Wen: Looking at the sun outside, I know that I am a little greedy in love. I am a woman who is afraid of the cold. All the warm places are greedy, but I don’t like winter, the cold weather is too strong but I want to escape. The Just Right season is too short. When winter is getting closer and closer, looking at it through the window, the room is quiet and slightly cold, around the body, wrapped in cotton-padded clothes, looking at the eyes under the long hair scattered in the mirror, there is warm light reflecting, it is hurting yourself. The cluster of bright red along the road was still swaggering against the cold, and there were residual yellow curling on the dusty leaves. I would take a look at it every day when I passed by. How tenacious it was. No matter what kind of environment you are in, as long as you choose to leave, people will gradually forget your familiar face and name. This is the ruthlessness of time, and it will indifferent to one’s memory, no matter how prosperous your business is, what kind of language your memory will have, which makes me want to be the last stroke of your ink painting. Although it is very light, it leaves indelible marks. Some people will be like this, in a warm way and memory appear in life, in the softest place of heart, leave a warmth, maybe long, maybe short, maybe it’s just looking far away, accompanying me silently, maybe I don’t promise, but I don’t go far all the time. When the pure and rich implication becomes an attractive force, those clear, sad, implicit, wait-and-see eyes and souls can meet here, let the shadow turn around, turn back frequently, and then go back to the familiar place again. With the appearance of running water, it drips slowly and leaves slowly, stretching endlessly. The days are passing innocently, even without feeling the pain of passing, continuing with a kind of sweet and plain. And I am just like a plant that can’t make a sound. In the time falling all over the sky, I sit still and don’t want to speak. 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…

I just suddenly miss someone,

I don’t know how gorgeous the flowers bloom in this season, whether it is worth waiting for, nor do I know how sinking the moment the sun rises, whether it is worth flying moths to the fire, I don’t know how long I can hold on, stop at the place of the world of mortals for you, and keep your warmth silently. It suddenly occurred to me that in the evening a few days ago, there was a pair of brown butterflies flying around in the yard, whether they were companions or lovers in love, and it was too late to think about them, I only saw the butterfly bypassing on the top of my head until I could not see it. It is like a grand encounter and the most beautiful pose. If, I am also a butterfly, can I fly to the place I want to go and stay with the person I want to stay? Don’t care whether life is really so short, but the life in memory was once so bright and dazzling. The so-called elegance refers to the flowing sand, which is only a period of aging. It’s just that such beauty cannot be dispersed in few memories. Who else can touch the throb hidden in my heart like you? Similarly, will it be in such an affectionate season? The memory that cannot be dispersed, I think, since this is the case, then indulge yourself once, quietly and miss you. After today, it is still your own season. Just like, I have never been moved, nor have I ever missed anyone like this. Everything goes back to the original place. If it is wrong, you can’t go back to the original point. This kind of self can’t escape. Therefore, you should tell yourself to go forward for a while, or turn at a certain intersection. Only in this season, only in this season, just in any season with you, 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…

Small dream

Occasionally you can see the sun, and occasionally you can see the moon, but they are not as bright as when they were in childhood. They dyed with the Sky disappear their own outline and will never recover the cleanness in their memory. Therefore, I often forget to look up and appreciate it, or don’t want to look at it any more. She is quiet and noisy at the same time. She is such a city that some people like and others hate. Looking at her face, it seemed that she didn’t care about anything, at least she treated my smile like this, and the screams in life. Gradually, it seemed that I also learned the indifference on her body, and the anxious eyes were accompanied by the Lovel tranquility. I don’t want to admit that the 19-year-old himself has to accept the corrosion of time. At that time, I was young and had a big dream; Now I am older, but my dream is gradually becoming smaller. Last night, I saw the moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, not round. I don’t understand astronomy knowledge. I don’t want to explain my lack of mood. I only describe one fact. I once saw such a sentence that dream is the combination of dream and thought. When I wake up from the dream, there is only homesickness left. Last night, did my little dream wake up? Somewhat absurd. Journey, if one day we are lost in the crowd, mediocre life, it is because we do not work hard to live more abundant. This walk is neither long nor short. She will stage all complicated or uncomplicated films. I admit that I I am extravagant hope for some dreams, but I am willing to do this, because I dare not imagine what kind of shadow will accompany I am without imagination. I longed for the distant side, and I firmly believed that there was enough space for me to imagine, and then I wandered freely. You said you understand, but you still forgot one word: slightly. Little. Did you forget, all of them, just like me. Otherwise, how can we all deviate from the dream at that time and go in the opposite direction! You left and went to her hometown. I stayed, and the surroundings were messy and absurd. Self-mockery, unable to keep, dream. Learn and grow up slowly. Slowly, pacify the next beautiful imagination. Do a good job of running, and despise the fantasy that everything cannot reach the other side. Little Dream, no good night Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…