Appreciate, happy

After checking Cihai, the explanation of appreciation is just appreciation and enjoyment. However, in my opinion, the real meaning of appreciation is to appreciate more than enjoy, because in my opinion, it takes a little more heart to appreciate than enjoy, and the real appreciation is to appreciate slowly and carefully. Understanding appreciation is a kind of accomplishment and tolerance, which is a realm that can be achieved only by heart, and a feeling and reward for life. And being appreciated is a kind of happiness, a kind of happiness that can be shared with others. Since ancient times, there has been a legend that women are the ones who love themselves, and scholars die for their bosom friends. It can be seen how strong the appreciation is! Knowing how to appreciate needs a kind of mood, a kind of tolerance and generosity, a kind of courage and determination to face thousands of worlds without dazzling. Maybe in that way, you will really find where you appreciate. The content of appreciation can be appearance, but more is connotation. That kind of fate is true, fate is fantasy but no taboo, and the persistence when we meet without accident; That kind of bleak place when we look back, and there is no wind or rain or sunny; That kind of modesty that is willing to be only cold boiled water; that kind of fine boy who is good at capturing the color of life, no matter men or women, profound and restrained conduct, open-minded and erudite essence, optimistic and confident life, wise and witty conversation, all of these, it will give them different charm and tolerance. The personality charm that can feel his (her) humble eyes even if it occupies all the glory in the world is the most worthy of appreciation! In fact, I don’t agree with that kind of people who are drunk with three thousand guests, and there is no loneliness and sadness of one person and the string sound. I think that kind of mentality is either narcissism or not appreciation. Because I always think that being appreciated is a great happiness, and knowing how to appreciate is the supreme happiness! Let’s enjoy and be happy, OK? Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Water flows eastward and the moon flows westward

Every time after typing the day of the date, the idiom of “Time goes by” will appear when you press enter, and sometimes you should feel a bad luck. This is a bad word. There is no light and no road ahead, but it is also a kind of vigilance to oneself from another aspect. We should explore the way forward in the dark and try our best to change the status quo. Everyone has a low ebb in his life and may fall into the trap of fate. However, no matter how timid or wronged he is, the sunshine on his face should not disappear. A person with a gloomy face, no matter how young he is, is just like having no youth. In Twilight, no one who loves you would like you to fall into such darkness. I often listen to MonMan talking about history in the lecture room. History is often the mirror of reality. When I look at the personnel in history, sometimes they are so similar to those around me. When there is a profound contradiction between social conscience and power, and justice cannot be contained by the system, sadness is inevitable. It is really difficult to maintain moral integrity and be independent in this process, and it is particularly valuable to fight bravely. In fact, the more you feel, the deeper your heart hurts. If you don’t care about the wound, it will become very light. In this world, only you can make you unhappy and have no texture, and others can’t. Coming out of the stadium, walking alone in the open street, looking up at the sky, there were actually stars, only covered by the lights. Like other small cities, after at night, the streets are still in business places. Except for teahouses which are mainly cabarets and bath centers, everyone knows the secret of this singing and washing. But the people who enjoy it are all people who exist and are warm, and they are the alternative embrace of the city night. When a person reaches middle age, his blood on his body decreases, and he is used to showing weakness in his life, which creates his temperament. But there is nothing shameful, because you have kept a kind heart. What we want to get rid of is the weakness of the heart rather than its view of right and wrong. After middle age, ordinary people often feel downhill. For example, in the stadium, those old masters are often defeated by some newly emerged young people; For example, some subordinates in the unit become your leaders in the blink of an eye. I don’t know if spring is going for a long time, but I know the depth of summer when it is sunny. This sentence seems to be about the season, but in fact, it is not about the fate of life. Middle age is the extreme of life curve, dignified and broad. Because of knowing and understanding oneself, many ideological problems are solved easily. In middle age, he slowed down his hurried steps and didn’t want to prove himself deliberately. He thought that if he accepted himself, he would make the world accept him. In the evening, he read “Wuyi Feng and Mount Tianzhu” at home. Wuyi Feng was a student of Ma Yifu, and at that time his beloved wife abandoned him because of his empathy. He suffered a lot physically and mentally because he looked at the spider webbing leisurely, he thought of the He brothers who had seen in Tianzhu Mountain and collected medicine with ropes. The body of the spider turned out to be the he Brothers hanging in the cliff, therefore, I came up with the idea of being a hermit on the mountain. He resigned from the prosperity of the city and left such a poem on the waterway where he went to Qianshan alone: The moon is cold and the Yunjiang River is not fascinated, the river is full of high and low moonlight, the water of Jialing River is Emei Moon, and the water runs. Somehow, when I saw these lines of poems, the pores of my whole body were all tight. The lonely figure of young people standing near the river in the wind of black clothes seemed to be near my eyes. It was this choice that determined his love relationship with Mount Tianzhu. His lonely and promising life began from this. After the wind and rain of life, he declined to join the official for many times, until old age he wrote 500,000 words of the Tianzhu Mountain Zhi “… I always wanted to get the book “records of Mount Tianzhu”, but I didn’t get it all the time. What I cared about was always up to fate. After the frustration of Wuyi wind, I chose a different way to live and walked out of the scenery beyond loneliness. Words are flowers in the eyes of a cultural man. If you pay attention to the purity of the spiritual world, you will like this bloom. 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…

2011, thank you for having you all the way

It is said that Wuhan was covered by heavy fog on the first morning of 2012. I don’t know if this indicates anything. I just know that I opened my tired eyes, when I climbed up from the shallow consciousness in my dream bleary, the strong light of the fluorescent lamp made my pupil wet. The first thing I woke up, I used to find out my mobile phone from the soft, hot belly of the bear. Several unread text messages flickering on the screen, which are blessings from friends, from the heart and sincerity. The mobile phone time showed that 1.1.12:59, 2012. I was not sensitive to numbers, and only at this moment did I realize that the new year really began. The Pointer of time did not stop moving because I passed by in a muddle, the annual rings of time begin to leave marks on some tiny parts of your body ruthlessly. I don’t know whether the old time has pulled out my bones or added frightening crow’s feet in the corner of your eyes. Staring at a few numbers on the screen, I was dumbfounded, trying to recall what kind of mood and posture I was passing by yesterday. The picture in my mind quickly went backwards at the speed of light. The clock turned back to 1: 30 on December 31, 2010. I was wandering on the way to the boys’ dormitory with my work permit. The atmosphere of festivals permeated every corner of the campus, colorful Balloons, red Chinese festivals and small and lovely red lanterns are wrapped between trees, surrounded by every lonely little atrium. The thick atmosphere of New Year’s Day evokes my heavy homesickness plot. The deep pool that I don’t want to be touched is still confused. Is it okay for relatives in the distance? I heard that it snowed at home, and the snowflakes covered my hometown White, will there be swarms of sparrows coming for food after the heavy snow? Does dad still like to go out early and come back late? Does mom still prefer the small cards of Hatchet? Does the egg-pouring ghost go out cleanly and come back dirty every day, is the reservoir in front of the door still rippling? Is there still a crowd of people talking about life on the long dam every night? Is the sunset on the top of the mountain so beautiful that people are intoxicated? I am a little sensational, it is always easy to be touched by some small things. The tears enchanted by 37 degrees Celsius in the corner of my eyes look up at the sky from the perspective of 45 degrees. The tears flow back to my heart without moving, which is just right. The uncle in the boys’ dormitory on the first floor, who was so familiar with every wrinkle, said hello to me straightly and quickly finished the registration, as if it had become one of my habits. Shuttling back and forth in the boys’ dormitory, it automatically blocked every surprised expression passing by, stepping on my high-heeled shoes without changing color, humming a song and passing. Unfortunately, maybe it was because of this that I missed a handsome guy who looked more beautiful. The number of times of being anthomaniac became less and less with age. Maybe I was really old. He played paper cutting art with Xixi, Xiaoxue and pig. In front of my little assistant, except for the meeting, I was a little bit like a senior student. Every moment I met, I was as stupid as a child. In the empty activity room, I was scared and quiet, singing habitually, and the sound of single cycle reminded me that I was not alone all the time. Recently, I fell in love with Liu Liyang’s “The Queen”. I am jealous of your love, which is as vigorous as a Queen, like a queen with high personal spirit. But he was strangled by the hateful xixi. He who liked to pretend to be an adult could never get rid of the image of a child. Zhu (Zhu Lingning), I always say that he is like a girl. Recently, he has suffered a little love injury. It seems to be less lively, but he is still as cute. He, who was never used to using full stop, had the same habit as me. Every text message was full of ellipsis. I heard that such a child had great kindness in his heart. I knew, his heart was very soft. Xiaoxue (Wang Yuxue) confused me in a moment with a lovely word. This child was too lethal to withstand. TVXQ took root in every cell of her. Characters like gods fascinated this girl like fans. For the first time, I have experienced the inner world of the star chaser. This little kid, who doesn’t know how to say it, can never say it clearly, maybe he knows it too well, maybe I was too ignorant of the fact that after grinding in the activity room for about three hours, I finally ended up with a board covered with yellow strips. The preparation work on the second floor of the second canteen was coming to an end. Looking at the busy figures of all kinds of people, standing in the middle of the crowd, I was at a loss immediately. Holding my computer with Mao Mao, I experienced the fun of a silent movie in the uproar. At last, I had to give up my beloved computer reluctantly. When the boys started dancing with CF fighter planes all night, I was pulled to interact inexplicably at the forefront of Carnival. It was the first time to dance in front of many people, with the music, I am not as shy as I imagined. The more lively it was, the more afraid of loneliness. He grabbed his furry hands and played around. I like to stand on the stool and stand on tiptoe to watch someone singing affectionately under the neon light. I like the feeling of holding Mao Mao’s hands and shuttling back and forth in the crowd. I like the joy of holding a large number of white stripes in the lottery, I like the spectacular passage paved by thank you for participating in the note to the door. I like the joke with Xi Xi when I am tired. I didn’t go back to the base camp until I feel pain in my legs. I stole a lot of sugar from pigs, he and the pig were so bored that they played the game of mental retardation, but they were defeated by one to two. Baboon (Fei Yuefeng) bullied others with his altitude, and his language attack power was 100%. He forced my internal injuries every time. When my head was knocked by him as a wooden fish, I followed the TV, let’s count down five, four, three, two together. First, with the explosion of balloons, we welcome the coming of the new year together. After the break, I held my instant noodles and computer, looking for peace in the restless night. Tomorrow, maybe everything will return to zero again. 2011, thank you for your 2012 all the way. It is not the end of the world, but the beginning of the world and happiness… 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…

Find a chair near the West Lake

There is a chair near the West Lake, a chair where you can see spring. In the spring accompanied by the sound of the piano, the blue waves of the lake were full of Lotus, one, one, showing the noble growth without surprise. The jade-like leaves dressed the lakeside in the most splendid posture. Is who? Who stood by the misty lake, blowing a flute and singing, and wrote a lovesickness with red paper, which smoothed my sadness of frowning. I still remember the purple road with willows and willows, the skirt fluttering and the clothes fluttering. You took my hand and sang happily all the way, splashing the sunshine behind your back, looking for the safety of blooming, waiting for the brilliance of a flower. It was a scene of memory that could not be lost, full of green trees and flowers and passing breeze. The blooming smile and long lingering lingered between fingers. What does the flashy world do with us? We stay in the emotion of non-dyed fireworks, leaving the spring flowers fragrant with ink, melodious melody with listening, and laughing with inexplicable heartache. I tried to describe a wonderful future with a word, but the person who was with me gradually became blurred. The glittering spring, so hurry to leave, beautiful flowers can not keep spring. There is no agreement, no expectation, and the blooming flowers finally don’t understand the joys and sorrows of the world. Maybe, maybe next year’s flowers will bloom more prosperous, but we have to separate, each side of the world. Another spring of the year, the sky is still such a tile blue tile blue, but where is the beautiful time parked? It’s still this season, or this Lakeside, and this row of willow chairs. You are no longer the one who loves flowers, and I still carry the skirt against the fragrance of flowers. The bright light yellow and dark green coexist, and the pure sunshine flows between the leaves. The slight pain moistens the corners of the eyes, and the sadness is like the grass buds in spring, which germinates quietly. The memory is like a flower, falling down to the bleak ground, and the only thing left in my heart is the lake water. Forget. I can’t forget your inability to leave, your frustration, and even the falling season. No longer ask where you have gone, let the time run over your skin gently, with the speed of the wind. This shore is me, and the other shore is you. We were close to each other all the time, and we were no longer wandering. The ending always appeared at sunset, crumpled the brocade of Xizi Lake, trying to cover the fallen yearning. Now, the only luxury is to sit alone by the lake and watch the water flow like time. Gently pick up a leaf of residual Lotus in the old dust and float the heart of the petal on the water. At this time, I was hijacked by some derived desires, chewing a rhythm called waiting, stringing up the fallen flowers on my shoulders to make pieces of deep feeling. Even so, I am waiting for you, as always. Please allow me to give you the last bit of tenderness. Please don’t neglect this tenderness. If I can’t forget each other, I should express my feelings with ink and paper, and spread the cold and thin heart aside, otherwise the flowing sadness would seem to have no reason. Find a chair by Xizi Lake, a chair belonging to you and me. Look, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are SHU; Listen, the flowers bloom and fall. 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…

Remember: the mood of Spring (prose) [folk art · solicitation]]

I really didn’t go out for a walk for several days. I hid in my house to watch TV and read those books, and my mind was full of fragments of TV and music, there were lines full of poetic sentences and hieroglyphs in my eyes. I gradually felt a little uneasy and annoyed, so I sank down, put down the pen in my hand and pushed open the window. Yes, A wisp of fresh air came into the room, which made me feel comfortable and relaxed. I held the wisps of sunshine and wind in my hands, listening silently to their laughter and cheers, and the common heartbeat, maybe, this is a state of mind in a specific environment and atmosphere. The fruit trees in front of the window also began to whisper, as if they gave their unique feelings to the land and sunshine, the bird songs on the branches, the chatter and dreams that swayed by the stroke, the notes of life splashed brightly in the light. I really wanted to stretch out my hands to touch those dark green light spots. Unfortunately, my hands were too short to reach, I had to stare at them and threw themselves into the embrace of the land. No, it was the wounds of the land that gradually moistened the poetic style, left me eternal proposition and singing. Yes, some birds flew away, and some birds flew back. The fruit trees in front of my window were chasing and playing with each other, and there was a twittering sound in my mouth, which was permeated with the green among the branches. So, I felt that time was so beautiful and precious, so I truly realized that life was so full of fun and the colorful colors given by nature, it is so simple and generous, and it is so tempting. On the wilderness of green life, I am a silent grass, listening and touching the advice of wind and rain silently. On the path full of flowers and glittering silver light, all the scenes were so comfortable, charming and wonderful. In the imagination of if and false one by one, every sentence and song is full of youthful vitality and dreams. You and I are embracing the wind and rain, the world of mortals, and the scene in spring. Really, all the love is heartbreaking. Yes, we are all pursuing truth, goodness and beauty together. Spring is attractive and stretches its charm in my heart. Autumn scenery is fragrant, rich and colorful, and then your eyes are burning. All the exclamations are Holding Love in the light, don’t dream vaguely curse the world you, moved by the steps of spring. I was tempted by the scenery of Spring. Spring makes people excited. We hurried on the horseback with whips. Yes, thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure. The beauty of life is all mature in the sunshine, wind and rain. The dream and pursuit of life are brighter and greenish on that Meadow. The bitterness and sweetness of life are flat and rough on the winding mountain road. Opportunities and Challenges leave endless desire for aftertaste in the sound of feet all the time, galloping into hot promises, firmly and persistently pursuing the energetic sunshine and wind and rain. I came from the flowers and plants. I trudge in the sunshine and water. I sighed in the pain of my heart. All my thoughts climbed onto the branches of the green tree with beauty. A thousand kinds of feelings overlook the light and water. Presumably, there are thousands of beautiful scenery in my heart. Presumably, the cold and warm right and wrong in life are filled with all kinds of amorous feelings given by Heaven and Earth. Therefore, I looked down at the land, with footmarks and scars, as if saying to me: Don’t forget the pain, right, after hearing this, I kept asking myself: will I be such a kind of person?! Therefore, I bowed down again and reached out my hand to gently pick up the words left in the cracks of the soil and the stone wounds one by one, as well as the colors of flowers and plants, with tears in my eyes, I said to the words that gathered in my hands silently: you don’t have to be disappointed and sad. You will shine and be young. In this way, I carefully arranged and combined the words one by one and read them carefully. Yes, you said to me: this is poetry and prose. Therefore, I finally know what poetry is. And wrote poems one by one on the manuscript paper. My love and hard work got the approval of heaven and earth. Therefore, I read on the horseback that I could not overlook the secular eyes, making the noble soul like a peach blossom that no longer sticks, in the cold rain of youth, devoting oneself to the sludge and running water sounds the philosophies of life one by one. Remember that piece of land in spring, the hot sun shouted for me, bluffing and generating wind. Sighing that spring mind, in the sound of hoofs, the impulsive pastoral song. In the spring, you and I were so passionate in the embrace of the land that the original dream was refreshed. In spring, we were all filled with lofty sentiments, crossing mountains and running water. Therefore, I pulled out a little drizzle from the bright eyes of heaven, like smoke and fog, like transparent silver nets one by one, scattered down one after another, covering the whole land and mountains where enthusiasm came one after another, as well as my small house, I was pulled to another state that I had never seen before. The branch of the fruit tree in front of me smiled, waving its warm little hands and singing songs that I was familiar, the full rain beads hang on every sober treetop one by one, holding their heads high with endless missing, rendering the elegant scene given by Green. The sound of spring thunder called and roared loudly. Let me wake up from the dormant field. Warm and lofty, with the breath of the Wild Field and the smell of wine that has not yet been dispersed, leaving a spring notice on the branches, maybe, it made my inspiration start a brand new capture again. The Rhyme of every poem came together from the new ground, which surprised the joy of life one by one. What can I compare with? I opened the door and window and looked at it from afar. Ah, that was the figure of my parents. The songs made me very excited, the field is filled with endless information in the concentration of light and water, which enriches my scenery and infinite love for this land and home. Spring Thunder announced a brand-new thinking, which brought vitality to this world and made you and my dreams not empty. I tried my best to recall the night filled with mud, with rain and fog, let the rain fly down on my body, let the rain whisper quietly in my mind, just like the swaying lilacs, in the hands of the wind, Beethoven’s Symphony of fate was played with the piano. Every note revealed in Fang’s lips turned into a wisp of rain, clarifying my heart, it seems to cover everything in the world. After all, I am full of vigor and vitality in my joys and sorrows, which makes me feel the power of honor and disgrace and Republic and selflessness holding me up, as pushing me forward, my whole body is full of youthful vitality and desire. Give my wish to the countryside and the mountains. Every beauty of it was once my sadness, just like the one we love, just like my parents, they have no complaints or regrets; Every point of them has something that makes people fall in love with, and they will become our reason for pain, and they will feel moved like God. Therefore, I cherish every 1 minute 1 second that comes and goes in a hurry. Every page of scenery that I have seen and read includes the poetic, good, beautiful and ugly that you and I have. Everything I love has become the scene of everything in spring. I miss and worry for a long time. There are tens of thousands of frost days, tens of thousands of home lights and thousands of amorous feelings, I don’t want to distinguish anything from others any more. I understand what I am thinking and what I don’t want in my heart? Because in China, Spring and human beings are so close to each other, with joy and sorrow. I, open that diary, ah, it has been a few days since beginning of spring, and I will write it down. [Introduction: Pang Xiaoyun, male, Zhuang nationality. CPC party members. Born in the late 1950 s, junior college in Chinese (administrative management), news editor. Queue educated youth. He has been engaged in amateur literature creation for more than 30 years and has over works. Department of Guangxi Folk Literature and Art Association, Guangxi Literature Association writer poet former township and county organs leadership, Tianlin county Federation chairman. 2011 nian 12 yue rong won Dream Trip original literature Network national literature essay contest poetry first prize, and awards ceremony in. There are a collection of literary works published. He is an online member of prose (long Xiaoyun); A writer signed by Tianya Literature Network (TLPXY57829). Link: Guangxi Tianlin County Literary Federation transfer (533300) Pang Xiaoyun. 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…

Thoughts of writing long novels

Maybe I am very arrogant, but I am very confident. I have been studying writing for a long time, and finally I have not achieved much, but I am not discouraged; Because I like literature and regard literature as life; I often think that maybe I won’t be famous for writing for my whole life, but at least after a hundred years, I will have no regrets, because I have struggled; Life is to strive for a goal, otherwise, what is the reason why people live? This proposition will always bother many people; When people around me heard that I was writing a long novel, some people were surprised; Some people laughed at me; Others joked with me, “Did you publish it? Can earn royalties? But I can’t answer to others. What do you think these people say? You can’t say that people ask wrong questions, they are very realistic; Labor is for gains, I understand this truth, but writing novels does not require physical labor, she and this matter are different things, you tell others that it is unnecessary, They would laugh at you even if you don’t mention it. Sometimes they call you both funny and annoying. Only people who like literature can know the bitterness. I have been fond of literature since I was fifteen years old. When I was in high school, I wrote a reportage named blood debt, which involved love issues and was widely spread among my classmates, but in the end, I was criticized by the principal; At that time, I thought I was right. After I entered the Normal School, I am was assigned to the Chinese class because my Chinese scores were higher than those of other courses, I was in charge of the school’s publication “seeking”. After graduation, I voluntarily signed up for the Qinling Mountain area. That was because my family lost the chance to go to college and was unwilling, so I signed up for the mountain area, many people don’t understand and say that I am in the limelight. In fact, how do they know me? Finally, I worked in the mountainous area for three years and taught myself Japanese. I wanted to take part in the college entrance examination again, but in the end, because of the policy of education and the shortage of public teachers, I was not allowed to apply for the university; in fact, I was too honest at that time. I didn’t have to say hello to the education bureau and sign up secretly. But I was born honest, but I wouldn’t do that. As a result, I couldn’t talk about college entrance examination; at that time, I was already a 28-year-old boy, and my peers had already married, Some children who got married early were just a few years old, so my family members were anxious and neighbors all talked about it. The pressure of public opinion forced me to consider marriage. I went to find a lover according to my own ideas, I am very simple person. Although it is romantic for me to write novels, I am indeed conservative in real life, which may be due to the influence of Confucian culture. I always think that my wife is in good health at first. She is a man of good health and has a heart-to-heart discussion. She is gentle, virtuous and hardworking. Other so-called common language, cultural level, whether she has a job or not, it doesn’t matter; You should know that we paid attention to dual employees at that time, but what I thought was that my parents had only one son. If they left home, who would support their parents? This is not something you say. If you eat the food of the country, you must abide by the rules of the country. It will be difficult to be honest and filial at that time! So I chose my present lover. She is gentle, virtuous, hardworking, beautiful and dignified, and now she is fat in middle age. Married life is real, I can’t tolerate romance again, Although I still like literature, life forced me to go to sea, so I went to sea, but I still wrote in Shenzhen, and in Linhai, Zhejiang, I still wrote, of course, I was amateur; later, I went to Lianyungang. I was still a household secretary, and I still couldn’t leave writing. After experiencing a lot, my mood was very complicated. The society had entered the era of money, your poor people will laugh at you. Isn’t there anyone who satirizes that poets starve to death sitting on the moon? This sentence impressed me very much. I crawled and fought in the business world, experienced all the ups and downs in the world, and learned a lot of knowledge that I could never learn from textbooks, that is the continuous enrichment of social experience. There was a period of time when I was obsessed with mahjong. I was so obsessed that I forgot to eat and sleep, which made my family and unit leaders dislike it. I was extremely depressed, once in a while, I had a chance to meet a literary friend around me. She even hadn’t married for her whole life for the sake of literature, but she was setting up a literary newspaper alone. We felt very anxious to meet each other late, she smiled and said to me, why didn’t you come before? I said that if it weren’t for me running away for my father-in-law to send calligraphy works, maybe we wouldn’t know each other for life. She enthusiastically asked me to join the literary society and serve as the deputy editor-in-chief, and I readily agreed; from then on, I lived again and my soul revived. Returning to the world of literary creation, is this called the world of returning? I walked out and communicated with the vast number of literary friends. My horizon and mind were broadened. I got acquainted with many literary friends and got acquainted with Mr. Zhao Feng, the proses of Hu County, and asked him to give me guidance, although he was very busy, he still helped me a lot, making comments and recommendations, which helped me improve my enthusiasm unprecedentedly; Since I bought a computer in March this year, I have been fond of it; learning writing on it has made rapid progress, especially making many friends. Most of these literary friends are literature lovers and have helped me a lot. He taught me to write articles and invited me to join the literary society, it broadened my horizon. Since June, I started to write the novella “soul broken Ma yingpo”. Unexpectedly, it took only 19 days to thank the work of 80,000 words, Regardless of the level of the work, at least writing so many words in such a short time is worthy of myself, and now it has entered the writing of another full-length novel “The flames of war in Guanzhong, this novel has been imagined in my mind for many years. It was in 1984 when I was still teaching in Qinling Mountain area. Once I borrowed a bike to go home because of the inconvenient transportation in the mountain area, I didn’t expect an accident on the way, due to the rugged road, I turned a somersault carelessly. When I found out, I had already sat on the edge of the deep ditch, and below was the bottomless Valley with fog floating, there were several GoHawks flying in the fog, but my bicycle was rolling on the hillside nearby, and finally it was placed on the tree branch on the hillside; I was in shock, I climbed up to the hillside and carried the bike back. I sat on the mountain road and had a rest for a while. At this time, I felt a little painful. When I took a photo of the bicycle bell, I found that I had rubbed off a large piece of my face, I endured the pain, stripped off the skin with my hand, tore the shirt and bandaged my face, and rode back on the car. When it was already dark in the county, I found my third uncle, Mr. Hui Dijun, He was writing county annals in the county at this time. I saw many memoirs on the limit of the first issue, which were about Zhou Zhi’s underground party. I was very excited at that time, I thought that one day I must write a full-length novel to build a monument for these people who once contributed to the liberation of my hometown. This idea has been bothering me for many years, I used to write some small length, but I always felt it was unsatisfactory, so these thoughts became regrets in my heart, because I and that one seldom wrote for a long time, and the words gradually left me, that kind of warm feeling almost disappeared; I also became the same as ordinary people, and my sensitive heart was numb. When I heard someone talking about my obsession with mahjong in beihou, my heart was bleeding, and I hated myself for being disappointing. I had something to be caught by others, so I left the gambling world cruelly and picked up the pen again, after finishing writing “The soul breaks Ma yingpo”, I have the impulse to write “the flames of war in Guanzhong”. I didn’t expect that it would be out of control. I think my writing is completely for the dream in my heart, I wanted to write a full-length novel to express my respect and memory for these revolutionary predecessors after reading the county annals in those years. Today, I have done it, and I write three to five thousand words every day. I have a good spirit and don’t feel tired at all. I talk to my predecessors in my mind, I poured out my infinite respect and admiration for them in my heart. Of course, many stories were made up by me, because I didn’t have any information in this aspect at all, so I just wanted to say it, there is one sentence that can inspire me, so I can use him to compose many stories and write a long novel. This sentence has I am been said, but it can at least express my writing passion, I think I may have really come to the time when the passion of writing is burning. I have a lot of words in my heart compared with literary friends. Don’t feel inferior, be confident, and we can do what others can do, work hard, friends, let’s work together silently. I believe that Chinese literary circles will not forget that we stick to it silently, because the literary circles seem to be very depressed and silent, only we, nobody, are worrying about the Chinese literary world! I am person who tells the truth, the character is not only a literary character, I will use silent cultivation to make my life more beautiful and fulfilling in the latter half of my life. 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…

Spring Fever Night

The warm afternoon was getting cold gradually. When the night came, the slight chill scattered in the night sky, but I didn’t feel much cold. Such a Night does not affect people’s interest in drinking and tasting tea. Just this spring night, I remembered Yu Dafu’s article “the evening of the spring breeze”. In that night, spring did not bring him hope, but a struggle for life. Although a kind of slight love comes in spring, life, a suffocating living environment, makes him give up the expression of love. That kind of paper is full of melancholy, and every word is hesitant, which makes it hard to imagine how to call a peaceful life in that era. For the hot and dry spring day, he hid in the attic every day to read books, and then went out for a walk at night, so that he felt that it was really hot today on the way home after receiving a payment. Maybe the spring scenery was getting old!. I couldn’t understand the hardship of Yu Dafu’s life at that time, but I felt that I could touch his embarrassment at that time. Because of the embarrassing life, like the people born in my age, I once lived there. Tonight, this spring night. I am not anxious for life, but anxious for the floating and dry heart of living in happiness. Tonight, I stared at the night sky for a long time, but my heart was choked. Why don’t I feel happy? Why don’t people feel happy now? Are people’s desires forgotten to expand infinitely, or do people have a kind of life dilemma like Mr. Yu? Everyone is sighing, but can’t find a way out. However, my little thoughts may not be able to think this thing clearly. That kind of worry of Mr. Yu I am, but it was not so deep. Since I wanted to be deeper, I could not hold it up as a woman. Facing the dilemma of the soul, it is wrapped around the heart wall like Wisteria. How can I carry it with my thin shoulder? In the blue night, the stars are like candles, bright and distant. The slightly cold night wind makes people feel comfortable. In such a night, few people raised their heads and looked up. The people who came and went around were all passing by in a hurry, and they seldom stopped to enjoy the night which was as light as a glass of sake. Facing the hesitation and sadness of spring, my heart is very weak. I can’t express what my heart wants to tell at this moment, but I like the hope given by spring. Sometimes hope is a seed. If you want it to bloom in what season, it will bloom in that season. The season you want is your spring. Even in the cold winter, it will open like a little purple orchid, full of the whole heart stream. The night with slightly heavy spring breeze is like a cup of warm tea placed on a pair of cold and slender hands, which makes people sentimental and dependent. I always want to wander in the spring night and enjoy the dizzying thoughts that spring brings to people. In such a night, the tasteless mood is like a coward child who wants to find a kind of quiet and plain happiness, but he is afraid that this kind of plain will be forgotten. Therefore, thoughts and confusion are mixed with restless mood, and with the cold spring of this night, waiting for the warm sunshine of tomorrow. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Embedded into the river of life

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…

Music

Whose flute and the piano are so melodious and melodious. The flute goes through the blockade of winter and blows the willows along the river. The beautiful sound of the piano accompanied by the spring breeze blows down the cold snow of the river. The children after school chase and play by the river, releasing the joy of childhood. A couple stepped on the sunset at dusk, whispering sometimes, laughing sometimes, enjoying the breath of spring. Anglers along the river caught a river of spring water with patience. The Wild Geese returning from the North flew across the blue sky, waking up the memory of spring. It was spring that misread the information of winter, or …… the slowly flowing music in the computer woke up the shallow dream, and the song searching for the dream had disappeared. The sound of Xiao and the music still echoed in my ears. Maybe the jumping notes touched the memory of spring, or maybe it was just a dream passing through time. The music flowing continuously in the computer is just to bury the loneliness in the heart. When in a good mood, I like listening to the piano music of banderay and Richard Clayman. I don’t know when I like listening to beautiful piano music, but I can’t understand it when I first touch it. I just like that kind of feeling. I gradually understand the feeling of calm, and it is another feeling to close my eyes and listen quietly, there was a flute in a trance. I knew it was an ancient dream. The soft piano brought me into the artistic conception. I know in my heart that I just don’t want to wake up. I like to be intoxicated in the artistic conception, forgetting myself and the dust. When you are upset, try to use cheerful songs to eliminate the irritation in your heart, but you will be more upset. Sad songs will have unexpected effects. The songs of Zhao Zhen, Zheng Yuan and huanzi became my favorite. Listening and listening, my heart gradually calmed down, and my troubles gradually drifted away with the beautiful voice. The classic old songs accompany me to grow up, and I like those familiar rhythms, but there are too many troubles, helplessness and sadness in the years of growing up. Every old song is an unforgettable memory. I don’t want to think of that sad past again, so I store the old song deep in my soul. I occasionally think of it when I am lonely and taste the loneliness of life alone. I like music and artistic conception in music…… 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…

Occasionally think of you

The scene of encounter is a familiar fragment, which reminds me of you, friend. Three or two young boys gathered together with strange expressions, muttering in their mouths as if they were plotting a plan for a certain purpose. Who is the fruit of a tree? Ducks wandering in the river? Mixed phase stand. Naughty Boy. Like you, like me, shadow. At some point, you can say a very unique word: why does that bird stand on the telegraph pole and keep on the tree? A smiling face with bad intentions. I said: Why do you stand in the room instead of outside? You are squinting at me: a scumbag, don’t tell you. I laughed and said, “Who told you to be full? Don’t worry. You don’t care where the bird is standing. I like it, you blow. If I didn’t make tea, I would strangle you. I just made tea by myself. Sometimes you are too lazy to light a cigarette, and your hands quickly and steadily take away the cigarette in my mouth, take a mouthful of it, and spray the smoke on my face. The scumbag is proud: incense, really fragrant. I am mad at you. Besides lighting another cigarette for yourself, what can I do. It is hard to hide half a grain of sand in your eyes. When you see the superficial injustice, you will shout loudly and have a strong temperament. When I was so excited, suddenly you gave me a cigarette: it’s better to smoke without seeing it. It was said in my mouth that it was difficult to get rid of the turbid air in my heart, and the figure stepping out shook my eyes. It is difficult for you to understand if your identity does not match. Yes, it’s better to smoke. Take away the suffocation in your heart by the dissipation of smoke from your ribs, and return yourself to a clear vision! You are not me, I am not you, and the subtleties in it are countless. If you are not straight, you will be confused. I usually see you laughing and laughing, and the love affair is thousands of miles away from you. Have you ever thought about it! When the trouble comes to you, you are also overcast by words. Your face is as smooth as jade, and your heart is as dark as the wind. Knowing the details is just a trivial matter in life. I walked quietly in front of you, with two fingers bending like pliers in the food. Suddenly, I stretched out my hand and pinched it at the end of your nose, seeing your tears pouring down, I burst into laughter and shrank rapidly (I know this action is going to be beaten by you). Seeing your embarrassment with tears, I said gloomily: just cry, just cry. The ending is that I, too, was pinched by you. I didn’t let my tears run out of two lines. Scumbags are just you. If someone else does, he will die. You said it bitterly. The clouds are light and the wind is clear. The sky is blue and the Earth is black. The dark clouds disperse and the sun comes out. Smoke is on the lips, rubbing the painful nose and looking at each other. The corners of the mouth of the video playback have been slightly tilted and then laughed. Friends! Each other, occasionally make bad, very wonderful. 2011.913 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…