If you love God

I ‘ve always wanted to write this article. I started writing for several times, but I also put down my silence. I love it until silence is better than sound. I want to think of your face lonely in the dead of night, that period of awakening and yearning which had been waiting for many years was always waiting for me to write when I was deeply touched. I was waiting for you to bring back the sound that would never disappear at night, which was destined to be your accident and mine, but in the reincarnation of life, we shouldn’t have met each other in this life. It was just a wish to face meteors by chance, but it was doomed to this kind of love that didn’t exist in this life, and everything became inevitable by chance, if love has God’s will, can you and I hold hands again in this life and continue the fate, or write the memory of secret sorrow in the cold network? If love has God’s will, you will be acquainted with each other by accident in the crowd, and all the living creatures will touch the gentleness that once drifted to the other bank, and the loneliness that can always cross the city overpass, just like the warm love in my heart for a long time, it was lost while recalling in the vicissitudes of life. I stumbled all the way, got injured and searched. Sitting alone back to the cabin where I had lived, the repeated words were covered with dusty walls, on the dust of my heart, tears once wet my eyes, leaving the vague past to the joy of the old days, those shining beautiful cities are now like fireworks. Because of such an inexplicable encounter, why do you always look back at your figure every time you pass. But I didn’t realize that there was a deep feeling between you and me. I fell in love with you silently after several words and dialogues, secretly looking at your lingering memory, I have never thought that I would become very familiar with strangers after several times. If love has God’s will, do you believe in the past and reincarnation? Does the love destined to love exist? I don’t know, because I dare not explore. Is it wine or bitter wine that is inevitable to be brewed accidentally? Many years later, in my memory, is it just the happiness that the night is familiar? Perhaps the experience of life is too complicated, youth is too flamboyant, and it is also like the trauma of emotion. I didn’t put you on my palm. When I walked alone in the lonely city again and again, I showed my admiration and guilt for life in countless nights. There were so many times when my eyes were still so eager. So what kind of cause belongs to us? We meet, know and know each other, but whether we can accompany the old ways, love each other, cherish each other and stay together for life? Why is it painful to raise a cup and hesitate? Why are each other deeply hurt and wandering. If we met each other in the past life, whether love really belongs to our love in this life, and whether it is possible that we should meet each other in this life and embrace you once. The world of love we hold hands and are inseparable without doubt this is the definition of happiness the intersection of one eye happiness reaches the bottom of the heart this is the heart has a heart there is no secret even if the wind and rain are urgent we should also closely depend on each other love we can’t predict the weather accurately. Gradually too many problems make love accumulate too many gaps. Originally, it was easy to imagine that I was unprepared. I was so determined that I could not let go of this love in this rainy season but could not wipe off love. Trace if love has God’s will, we choose to give up who or not to say sorry at the two ends of the world breathe those happy past woven into memories in my heart forever so sweet if love has God’s will, we choose to escape anyone don’t embarrass yourself for the loneliness in the bottom of your heart. Use time to clean up those once beautiful things. Gradually forget and cherish those experiences of leaving. Maybe when we don’t ask each other’s news, we don’t cry in every missing night. Happiness will start smoothly. This is also the biggest surprise you gave 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…

Messy flowers are becoming charming

Yesterday, I went to a clothing store in the county to buy clothes. Upon entering the door, the shopkeeper served you enthusiastically. Elder sister, the clothes here are suitable for rural women like you, and the price is cheap. You can look left and right, pick and choose, and there is no good luck. On the contrary, you will never forget one that is not in the area she said. The shopkeeper noticed your mind and was busy repeating the more expensive sentence again and again. The tone made you very sad. You looked at yourself secretly. Indeed, you were all over your body, there is no expensive clothes. A middle-aged woman suddenly broke into the store and suddenly looked up to see you. She was eager to greet you, teacher Li! You see that the seller’s pink face turns red half of a sudden, which gives you a chance to get rid of the dilemma. When I went to the vegetable market to buy vegetables, I suddenly found that the pumpkin also rose to two yuan a Jin. Touch the pocket and estimate that I can only buy a few side dishes at most. Looking at a pile of flat broad beans, the old milk selling beans actually charged four yuan. Although you did everything you could to bargain, you were furious and dry. After several rounds, you actually cut down two cents. In the end, Lao Nai raised his crumpled face, narrowed his eyes and asked: must you be a teacher? You surprised. I sell vegetables every day. What kind of person have I never seen? Only the teacher can be so smart, Lao Nai said. I couldn’t help sighing when I thought of eating in a collective restaurant, being ridiculed as having never eaten by government workers, being cruel to eat others and saving myself. You are more and more afraid of going home, because every time you go home, your heart will be hurt. Your own yard no longer has the glory of the past. You will find more and more that it is becoming smaller, old and cold. There are many foreign-style houses that have been completed, under construction and under construction around. One is more magnificent than the other, and the other is more beautiful than the other. It is almost necessary to surround your small tile house, making it lose light and air, slowly suffocated and destroyed. My mother complained to you several times that the eaves were leaking and the walls were missing. You can only silently sigh: fickleness, renxinbugu. In front of a piece of land to shi wu wan sell, you pain days, hate can’t head wall. At the beginning, the landowner came to ask, as long as 30,000. Now, it is simply surrounded with cars, Silver Liberation series and yellow tractors. The business is as red as torch. There are also those pavilions near the road. Every time you see or hear them, you feel sad in your heart, as if you have knocked over the vinegar jar. Last night, you found out that Xiao Gong, the foreman of scraping porcelain, even bought a BYD, which was brand new and had not even been put on the card. Your heart was hurt again. Thinking about the struggle in the rostrum for nearly ten years, the one who rode was still the old Wuyang. Except for the trumpet, it sounded everywhere. I am ashamed! But shame is shame, Heart is heart, you don’t have the courage to push it down the river tonight, and change it into a new car tomorrow! Chatting with the transport drivers in the same village, they always said that being a teacher is good, with high salary and stability. You ask them how much their income is? They complained about the high oil price and the low freight rate, speaking of the income of only over 100,000 in the first year. You are too disappointed to lie and sneak away. Compared with these people, you are like ants and elephants. Envy others, want to learn from others, and even hate others. All the whimsical, after waking up, are like clouds passing by, hard to find trace. You are still you, or you are poked at the spine, and your wife pointed at her nose to scold you for being incompetent. However, whether it’s good or bad, in this world full of flowers, I always feel confused about you. Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Let you fall in love with the fragrance of words

She went to pick up her daughter after school. She was already in the fifth grade of primary school when she was less than ten years old and told me mysteriously: Mom, writing novels is popular in our class. I also want to write three books. I just thought my daughter was talking and playing, but I didn’t take it seriously, because she couldn’t even write her own composition well, so she still wanted to write novels? I really don’t know how many pounds I am! However, after returning home after the exam, my daughter turned on the computer and wanted to write. But she lost too slowly, so she asked me to lose her. In order to satisfy her wish, although I didn’t believe she could really write novels, I still sat there seriously. Subtitle: school begins, my daughter begins to tell me what she wants to write, and I lose to her quickly. Sitting still, I thought, can you write me some tricks at your young age? However, my daughter did not stop her thinking: I really hate it, and school begins again. But before I came out from the summer vacation, my mother pulled me out of the bed ruthlessly. I begged my mother: Mom, please let me sleep for a while, Mommy! No, they are Yangyang and Yingying. Xiaoxue (my best friend) got up early and waited at the gate of our community. As soon as I heard it, I got up and brushed my teeth. After packing up, he rushed out of the door quickly. But mom is still smart, Xinxin, you haven’t eaten that breakfast! I won’t eat any more! Bye! After arriving downstairs, my friends said: why are you so late? You are still the boss! I said: there is no way! Who let the new school start! Don’t blame me. Yang Yang said: I don’t blame you. We have already eaten 20 kebabs there. I said: What a disappointment! Don’t call me when eating! Where can I call you! Don’t look at your mother asking you not to eat! I think so! Mom said that the junk food was bad for my health, and I suddenly said: ha ha! You are all eating garbage, then don’t you all become garbage cans? It’s still my mother who is smart, and the best friends say together: Get out! Okay, okay. Or Ying Ying. Xiaoxue looked at the watch in time. Ah, it’s already 7.2 ten, I also said. When I arrived at school, I didn’t know what would happen again. After losing my daughter, I began to be surprised and couldn’t help looking at her. At the same time, there was an unspeakable excitement in my heart. I knew that those books I bought for my daughter had worked, and my efforts were not in vain! I understand that my daughter wants to write about her school life. Mom, I will write a chapter every day in the future, but you have to pay for it! Every time you write a chapter, you have to keep your words! OK, OK, my baby daughter! Mother promised you! He couldn’t help kissing her. In fact, I haven’t kissed her for a long time. I am a person who loves reading, I always think that words are fragrant. The book has its own Golden House, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu; Reading can purify people’s hearts, cultivate people’s sentiment, and make you feel the beauty of life in the complicated world. Therefore, since the day my daughter was born, I have made a decision that I should cultivate my daughter’s habit of loving reading from childhood and let her live in the literary atmosphere. I began to read poems and stories for her every day. When my daughter was two years old, she could recite more than 50 poems, and like Liu Yong’s word “Yulin Bell”, her daughter could recite them word by word. When my daughter can read words, I will let her read them by herself. I will continue to buy books and read books. During my daughter’s reading process, I will also give guidance and encouragement. Until now, I have bought more than 200 books for her. She loved reading the works of Yang Hongying, Wu Meizhen and Yu Yujun most. In recent days, she was addicted to Zhang Ren’s “Daewoo mystery series”, a novel of more than words, and finished it in a few hours, the speed of reading has greatly surpassed her mother. There were books everywhere in the house, but she still thought there was no book to read, so she asked me to pay for her books all day long. I know that when my daughter grows up, she has already understood and understood that it is a wonderful thing for her mother to make her fall in love with the fragrance of words by various means. 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…

Ask

On an unexpected dusk, by the lake in late autumn, the people on the fence beside the bridge stared at the blue waves with soft light, and their faces were filled with the touch of peace. I am still on that familiar corridor, chasing the graceful time with the steps of youth. Beside me, an old man was already intoxicated by this landscape, and that scene was like a painting. If it weren’t for the continuous laughter, I am wouldn’t believe that he was insane. On the way back, I imagined why he was insane? Love? Money? Power? Career? I thought about all the things that could restrict, shackle and tempt people in the secular life, but finally it was still a mist and I couldn’t get any answers. But one thing is certain, he lost all the tired things such as professional titles, housing treatment, official positions, money, honors and so on that secular people have to rush about for, work hard, fight openly and secretly, so what is the point left in his heart? What is left must be unique, simple, eternal and persistent. This kind of thing brought him peace, peace, tranquility and detachment. However, to reach this state must be at the cost of loss. Maybe there is only one kind of pure thing in their hearts. When they were in US, did they think we were sick while they were normal? Are we normal? Whether the deception and disguise of this society are progress or regression. We have been used to saying the black one as the white one and the white one as the Purple One. In the end, the colorful one is a mess. The world moved forward in an orderly way, so that I often suspected that there were huge conspiracies buried deep in it. Everything about us seems to have been booked, and orders and laws are everywhere. Few people dare to break this order, Because once you get into trouble, you will put yourself surrounded by open guns and dark arrows. Even if someone steps forward, the society will never be remoulded by the end of a certain period of time. It will go on as it goes step by step. You can’t really get rid of the fetters and be unconstrained. Therefore, in the real society, if you have the emotion of freedom in your heart, it is no doubt that you pour the water of suffering on your own head. What the world needs seems to be just puppets. Only in this way can you walk through your life peacefully without any harm. If you ask more questions about this world, it will give you a fatal blow. Nietzsche asked too many questions, so he went crazy; Van Gogh also asked too many questions. He cut off his ears personally as a price. While Hemingway and echo simply asked about their lives. Hope is sometimes more painful than despair, just as waiting is more painful than death penalty. The great sorrow and pain of life also come from this soberness. However, it is these people who make me feel that the world can still make people live. Unfortunately, not everyone can complete an independent personality in this soberness. Many people are crushed into deformity or even fragmented by society. Then why not remove those dirty things and make enough space for beauty to make it fragrant in the atrium. Why do you want to make yourself so gloomy and depressed, open your mind, those unhappy, let it flow slowly without trace. There is nothing to be entangled with. What I finally fell in love with is just some unforgettable time, which has nothing to do with pain. Calm the flood of sadness in the heart, let silence precipitate those impurities, and bury them into deep mire from then on. Life is just like this. Believing in beauty is better than dealing with depression and indignation in a false and ugly dead end. Half sober in the world, perhaps this is the best living rule for ordinary people. A few years ago, I couldn’t figure out how Boyi died of hunger with such benevolence and why he was killed with such wisdom. Along the way, the experience of bumping and bumping answered many questions about children who were not worldly at that time. But when I heard those immature laughter again, I suddenly felt a feeling of loss. Those children were full of vigor, and I also had this kind of breath, but because of all kinds, they left me far away. Growing up seemed to be a matter of night. I never abused the plaque of that society again and again, but just smiled over. In a trance, I began to pity myself. The whole youth has been used to review youth, and the whole life has also been used to doubt life. 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…

Who cares about the March smoke and rain dawn?

If spring arrives as scheduled, I don’t think I will express my love to the naked deciduous trees. If spring does not come for a long time, I think I will miss the sunshine that goes through singing together. You say love at this moment in the afternoon, hiding in an unwritten or unwritten chapter, I just want to convey soft feelings carefully. However, I want to love, it can be hidden in the foolishness of pretending to be naive or stupid and offending, just for a gentle favor. At this moment, when you say love, you are silent, you are happy, free and easy, A peaceful and tranquil life naturally holds hands and hugs. Only if you don’t have it deliberately can you be worth collecting forever. However, I want to love, but the interaction of emotional behavior is a pleasure in bitterness, but life in it is a thoughtful hand-in-hand and hug, because love makes everything natural. The spring tide in March seems to have a little understanding of our hearts. The river is connected with the misty sky in a hazy and unknown posture. It should be like you. Heart, my heart is on a line of water and sky, supporting each other, but I still can’t figure out whether there is fog or not. How can I know the smoke and rain in March? How do you know what you mean? Love me, you pour into every wisp of smoke love you, I pour into every drop of drizzle love I am willing to love you forever, this life can not be together love you are willing to let me suffer, together with this life? Will you still lead me next March when it rains? 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…

Locust flower (five other articles)

Last night, I dreamed about that locust tree again. There were clusters of white locust flowers in the tender green leaves, bathing in the warm sun, and with the gentle breeze, the fragrance flew far away. Raise your high Chin, miss your feet and stretch out your long arms. The Locust flowers of the tree seem to be readily available. But what my hands grasped was empty, and the fragrance blowing in the wind seemed to mock my fool. Suddenly, a burst of drama came from a distance. It turned out that my childhood friends came back from school with yellow schoolbags smiling. Ying Ge and Miao fell off their schoolbag from a distance. They found a long bamboo pole with an iron hook at one end and ran crazily to the locust tree with a long neck. They stared at the big round eyes and folded the hook skillfully, just listen to PA, PA, sweet white locust flowers fell down one after another. My heart which had failed immediately became happy, and I competed with everyone for the floorated locust flowers with laughter. I also put some flowers and leaves into my mouth from time to time to chew, fresh light fragrance and slight sweetness are produced from lips and teeth. In the evening of late spring, the setting sun burned the afterglow and went down to the West Mountain. The Twilight was calm and faint, and the warmth gradually faded away. We went back to our home with locust flowers full of fragrance. Maybe tonight we will have a delicious banquet of locust flowers, steamed, fried, boiled, or made dumplings. The taste is different, and the waiting mood is different. In a trance, the locust flower is full of the pillow core, and the fragrance blows into my heart. I opened my eyes only in my dream. Loneliness and loneliness some people say that there are many lonely people, but not necessarily they belong to lonely people. Loneliness is just a boring and unhurried state of life for a moment. When it is serious, you may feel bored, but if you put yourself into work, walk into the downtown, and join friends, you will soon be enriched and happy. However, the lonely man lived in a mess and smiled brightly in the crowd, but he still felt a kind of deficiency if he lost something deep in his heart and a kind of incomplete sense of belonging in his heart. Lonely people don’t need to borrow anything, for example, they like to spit smoke rings, drink some so-called foreign wine, listen to Beethoven or Chopin, Brahms’s songs occasionally sentimental feelings, which are not alone, even a little melodramatic and artificial, at best it is a pastime to kill loneliness. Loneliness is a kind of indescribable and indescribable spiritual feeling, a kind of contradictory entanglement with faint pain and happiness, and maybe it is a calm of the vicissitudes and enlightenment of life, maybe it is a kind of relief used to being alone in thought. Lonely people are not boring, even they are full of more interest and enthusiasm of life, and their thoughts are rich and colorful. Lonely people can’t bear to pour out, to their friends, and then unconsciously ask for the comfort of friends, then they will feel a moment of stability or enrichment. But for loners, most of them don’t like to pour out, because any lively communication and understanding sympathy will not take away his inherent loneliness. Maybe that is a kind of beautiful stubbornness. Loners can realize that true friends are not used to talk to each other. They know that the highest level of true friends is that they will have the same heart without words and behaviors, with one eye and one smile, they know that friends are actually useless. If it is used in reality to measure whether it is enough for friends, it is low-level. Loneliness will be taken away by wind and rain, but Dugu will hide for a long time. Maybe any elf will take it away when it comes. Loneliness is the graceful song of Nightingale, but loneliness can’t sing. It just sneaks into your heart quietly. What matters is tranquility, and it is the ghost in fate that cannot be grasped. Butterfly Love flower the night is deep and deep. The Crescent Moon is shallow leaking, and the Frog voice is not heavy. When the wind blows, the shadows of the trees are sparse, and the wild geese fly to find their hometowns. Sleep cold dew in the midnight. The door curtain is half closed, and the moon is full of sycamore trees. There are two leisure worries in the first compartment of love. Looking back, I still have to stop whispering. In spring, you step on the lonely wind, light your body and light your green, come with the gentle rain, wet your eyes and blurred. You are accompanied by the chirping swallow, and your yellow mouth is holding your taste, which is sweet. The black and brown soil Braves your tender green buds, and the sound of sizzling is the call of new life. You are covered with emerald green, and tell your attachment by the willows beside the riverbed; You run happily along the rivers and fields with bare feet! Dandelion seeds fly behind you! You sow colorful seeds, the flower buds to be put are your cheeks, bathing in the warm sun, telling your amorous feelings! Where are you when you fly the kite in March and laugh with the child? You are, in your warm season! Women’s love why should women believe in love? Because women are born to love beauty and dream? Yes, they all like beautiful things. Just like buying and buying beautiful clothes is always not enough to wear, so is the beautiful and pure love. Encountering a deep-rooted love is like catching a glimpse of a beautiful dress in a corner of the window in the bustling city, which is very suitable for you and has been looking for for a long time, the harvest given by secretly delight and unintentionally expanded his chest. For women, love is just like a dream dress that can never be found in reality, so it is more precious. Women dress up more beautiful, sexy and charming mostly for the unknown love in their hearts? When what men see in their eyes are just gorgeous clothes, curvy figure and pink cheeks in Rouge, will you still believe in love? I think so, because every woman thinks she is beautiful. Even at the age of 80, she still has a heart of love. Women’s faith in love is so steadfast, and this endurance is enough to make themselves moved to themselves, so women’s love does not need to be pinned on men, love yourself and cherish yourself! When a woman’s aesthetic is more mature because of her nature, her understanding of love is no longer like the clothes in her dreams. The belief left by love may only be lonely, like a cup of bitter coffee, when the smell is strong, it smells smelly, but what you drink is bitter. So don’t believe in love any more. Even if it is your nature, please don’t compare your own nature with a man. He is an animal with different women’s thinking and logic, never ask a man to love you for a lifetime, because that is impossible. Never rely on men, because it can never be relied on! Many people will complain that what I said is wrong, and even say that I am crazy. They swear their true love with the touching love story that happened on them. Of course I believe it is true, but even so, don’t think it is God’s favor to you. Is it easy to maintain love and keep it young forever? People have feelings of loving the new and disliking the old, especially men. Women love beauty and dressing up, and the women men love are getting younger and more charming. Not to mention wasting time and thinking about tracking men. Truth will embarrass you, while truth will make you despair of the so-called love. What you can do is to be yourself. Don’t care about others, even your lover. Don’t ask too much about his space. As long as you have the ability to love yourself, I believe that happiness is in your own hands. Ruan Lang’s returning grass is long, and Yan Gui’s willow buds are green. Morning Dew leaching Chaohui. I feel tired and gray by the window. Wait for old people. Painted red mouth, drawing eyebrows. New look cloud mirror glimpse. The spring light warms people up. It can’t cover the beauty. 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…

Far wait-and-see

Years of vicissitudes. It has been four or five years since I bought a computer and learned to surf the Internet. Due to various reasons, I still belong to the primary stage when using computers. Over the years, I have learned to surf the Internet from scratch. Although many websites have been registered, there are still so many websites that can really surf the Internet frequently. Hunan Writers’ website is one of the websites that I pay most attention. My original intention of buying a computer was to pursue the dream I once had through the computer. I love pure literature, which has never changed. However, once a thinking mode is formed, it is difficult to change it temporarily. However, the environment in which I live is far from literature. I browsed some articles on the internet and found that many famous young writers in the Chinese literary world have attracted the attention of the literary world, and they are all in common, that is all the famous writers who were born in the second generation of literature or whose parents were famous in the literary world, or the families of cultural celebrities and literary masters who were born in several generations. Cultural celebrities and literary masters in Chinese history are either born in official families or famous families and scholars. Although in modern and contemporary literary circles, there are a few cultural celebrities and literary masters who are born in poor families or even illiterate families, there are special reasons. Most cultural celebrities and literary masters are born in rich families or official families, or literary families, or rich businessmen and Giants. I can’t help feeling ashamed. Now, it is the world of the strong. The so-called strong now refers to those successful figures with status, identity, position, prestige and wealth. It can be said that nowadays, the rich, celebrities, Masters, elites and stars have become the pronoun of the strong. Those successful figures or professional talents who have made achievements in learning and made certain achievements in society belong to the strong of the times. Those literary figures who have status, identity, influence, fame and economic strength in the literary world are strong. Those successful people who are famous on the internet and have money and become internet stars and rich people also belong to the strong. Hunan Writers’ website is a provincial official website led by the propaganda department of Hunan Provincial Party Committee of the Communist Party of China and hosted by Mao Zedong College of Literature of Hunan Writers Association. The management of Hunan Writers’ network are all influential writers in the literary world and successful figures with influence and achievements in literature. Most of the senior moderators of Hunan Writers’ website are writers or poets who have already succeeded in the literary world, and many of them are also local literary leaders. They either work in local literary journals, newspapers and magazines, engage in literary editing, or work in local Party and government organs, functional departments, cultural organizations, cultural institutions, cultural systems, literary and artistic units, engaged in cultural or literary leadership or management and other related work. They are not only local cultural celebrities and literary masters, but also influential cultural celebrities and literary masters in Hunan literary circles. However, I am the weak nobody who has nothing to do with culture and literature is not only on the edge, but also far away from the mainstream literary world, which is beyond reach. I can only stand far away and look up. I often publish some essays on the Internet, which are all from the true heart. Some people understand that they are kind-hearted and give encouragement and support, while others discriminate against each other with ulterior motives and sneer at each other. I knew it was cold and warm, and said nothing. 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…

The past is like smoke “piano stage art”

Since my wife was not around me, I have stopped using the stove which makes people angry at first sight, because it is not a coal-saving furnace. Burning two honeycomb briquette in one night will also make the furnace cool. But on several cold days, in order to keep warm, I had to light the stove again. I went to the back of the house to pick up some withered branches and hay, lit it with a few pieces of waste paper and put it into the hearth. Suddenly, a puff of smoke rose in the room, followed by the mist around the Yunshan Mountain. Looking at the gradually burning flame in the stove, my wife’s figure when she was cooking in the past unconsciously appeared in front of my eyes. In the late autumn of that year, my wife brought my three-year-old daughter to a mountain school where I worked. Although our family lived in a single dormitory of only 15 square meters, we lived in the same room for drinking, eating and living, but we had a happy and enviable life. Every morning, my wife would get up early to make a fire to cook and prepare a delicious breakfast for me to get up. I had a meal and went to work. She coaxed her daughter to play while picking up empty pots and bowls to prepare lunch. Sometimes she took her daughter to the nearby market to buy vegetables. When I got off work at noon, my wife must have cooked the dishes in the water again. Everything was ready, and when I came home to order noodles. In the evening, after the three of us had a delicious meal, I would take their mother and daughter to the nearby fields and Riverside to play with the children when I was free. At that time, our living conditions were very simple. Cooking was made by burning a piece of coal in a honeycomb briquette stove with a smoke pipe, but it was different at night, and it would be destroyed if we made a piece of coal. His wife tried to catch two pieces of coal again, hoping to make another breakfast the next day. However, when she was going to cook the next day, the fire was already dying. After his wife touched the temperament of the stove, she would not let it waste any more. After dinner every day, my wife let the fire go out by herself, The fire started again the next day. A few days later, the speed of his wife’s fire was surprisingly fast. In less than a minute, the fire was burning vigorously, and the coal block was also burning red. The fire seedlings went up and forth through the coal hole, together with the teachers living in a courtyard, they praised her endlessly, shouting to ask her for advice. Once, my wife handed me a bowl of mixed noodles, which happened to be seen by a colleague passing by. He joked to me: someone was eating, someone was drinking, someone was washing clothes, someone is accompanying me to enjoy a happy life. How comfortable it is! My wife is a rural woman who takes care of my three-year-old daughter at home. I teach in a middle school in a remote mountainous area. I seldom go home except for winter and summer holidays. Every time when it comes to the slack season, my wife will make some steamed buns with white flour, buy some vegetables that I like to eat, and transfer several buses with my daughter from the distant hometown to accompany me. During the busy farming season, my wife went to work with my parents. At this time, she became a good labor in our family. One autumn harvest, due to the heavy rain for several days, the land is soft and the road is rotten, so it is difficult to harvest corn in the land. In order to sow wheat before Frost fell, as soon as it cleared up, his wife put on rain boots and went to the ground to pull corn cobs. His daughter also wanted to go with her mother when crying. His wife had no choice but to do so, I had to let my daughter sit in the shelf car. She pulled the corn cobs, two bags and three bags of the whole mu of land which had been broken off back to her home with heavy steps. Every muddy track was full of her hard work sweat. Every time I think of this, I can’t help ashamed of it. One year at the beginning of school, my acute appendicitis was sudden, which made me unable to stand up. The school leader immediately called my wife who was 50 kilometers away. At that time, she was still working in a restaurant in the city, after hearing the news, she hurriedly asked for leave and made an appointment with me to meet in a hospital in the downtown. I was escorted by several colleagues and sent to the hospital for treatment. My wife also rushed to the hospital in a dusty way. When she saw my miserable appearance, she couldn’t help shedding tears. My wife is not a person who has nothing to do with things. I often admire her skill and toughness secretly. She asked the doctor about my condition. When she knew that I needed an operation, she agreed without hesitation and comforted me again and again that she was not afraid of it. She just had a small operation and would recover soon after finishing it. It was because of my wife’s comfort and encouragement that I had the courage to enter the operating room. Surgery day, It was my wife who held my hand tightly and sent me into the operating room with warm eyes. During the week of recuperating after the operation, it was my wife who fed me to eat and drink water one by one. It was my wife who asked me about the cold, asked me about the warm cover and changed the shoe-top for me to wash. It was my wife who helped me step. After my recovery, I went back to work, but my wife was still not at ease and would follow me to take care of everything for a period of time. My daughter is old enough to go to kindergarten. The wife picks up her daughter to school sooner or later, and insists on working for a restaurant. I advised her to take good care of her daughter wholeheartedly. There was no need to work so hard. She said that she was idle as well, so it was better to do some work, which was a little supplement to the family. My wife often teaches my children. Teach her daughter to recite ancient poems and sing children’s songs, teach her to read and draw, play with children, play with children, make love for her, take a bath and change clothes, from morning to night, at night, I also got up from time to time to cover my daughter’s bedding. She regards raising children as her own duty. She loves children more than her own life. I was always silent, but I seldom told my wife some intimate words. She also knew that I was always busy with work and pretended to have a lot of things in my heart, so I seldom disturbed me. My life became dull and boring because I seldom cared about taking care of her mother and daughter, and I couldn’t find the happiness of life. However, my depression always makes me unsmiling and almost indifferent. This made me deeply realize that without love, there would be no happiness and joy. To be honest, my wife did all kinds of housework. I took the responsibility of being a father, a husband and a family member in vain, all the responsibilities were resigned to his wife. Her wife worshiped her parents at home and did housework and farm work. She never complained about the life of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, pots and pans. The harmonious and prosperous style of the family was envied by neighbors. As for me, a scholar who came from school and then went to school to teach, who lived a meal and stretched out his hands, saying that he was a literary and elegant man, and didn’t think this was happiness at all, and regard it as common. Even when my colleagues were jealous of me and jokingly talked about how unrestrained and moist I was, I just laughed at it with disdain, I didn’t really experience my sense of superiority and pride. I thought it was very common between husband and wife. How often do I think my wife’s words are unnecessary; How often do I care about her feelings and be arbitrary, but complain that she didn’t persuade me afterwards; How often, I just care about my job and career blindly, and leave my complaints about my job and future to her without reservation, either because I dislike her, or because I dislike her, and when she turned around and cried secretly, I did not care about her and let her bear it alone. However, when I was alone and tired of dealing with life, what I thought most was her and my wife: she understood me most, supported me most and cared about me most, enlighten me most. At that time, the fire was burning vigorously, and my wife’s busy and light figure flashed in front of me one by one. My eyes began to be sour and moist gradually. I don’t know whether it is for the sadness that I am alone now, or the wisps of smoke just lit blowing into my eyes. (Author’s profile: The original name is Wu Liqiang, and the pen name is pastoral, Qingye, chunyun Shiyu. Born in 1976, he graduated from Shaanxi Institute of Education in 1999 with a bachelor’s degree in Chinese. He began to publish his works in 2008 and joined Baoji Writers Association in 2011. I usually like reading books and newspapers, and I like literary creation. Many essays, poems and papers have been published in the literature quarterly of tongken River, the literature quarterly of jintaiguan, the Shaanxi rural daily, home literature, Baoji Daily, Citizen weekly, friends of head teachers, teacher newspaper, provincial and municipal newspaper and magazine websites such as “Chinese prose writers association” and “prose Online”.) Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Smile Radian

There is a voice that you will miss her existence when there is no one. When you approach, you are actually losing. This voice may be a kind of emptiness and loneliness, the endless torment of your life without shadow. Youth is a hazy love song. There is some sad beauty in the faint, but there is no continuation but the curtain ends. Time is a phonograph that begins to fade, and every time I hear that the touching and inexplicable vicissitudes of life love is a tunnel without end, which can not travel through the end of time. The movement time and space without beginning and end will become a distance, and the song will end, that is a fatal temptation, which is enough to make people illusory and tear off the hypocritical mask, just like playing a shadow play without results. This kind of voice is loneliness, and the extended you are endless loneliness. There is no shining between the horizon, because I can’t see your voice coming back in the sunset, waiting for the curtain to come to an end in the afterglow Bell, waiting for the wind to wither quietly, the familiar smile disappeared at the end of the world. Every time I saw the ebb and ebb, I remembered the footprints left on the beach, which were silent in the touch of the tide, just like the shadow buried in the tide of the seaside with the shells. We all embrace the memory and pain of youth in the sea wind. It was a love encounter. It is because there is something hiding your memory on the beach that the silent night will be sleepless. The stars are your eyes, the sky is silent confession, and the silent sadness and sorrow one after another, the trace of meteor sliding past was already at the end of the road. The flashing blank and dazzling past recorded in turn was the solo of wind chimes in the sky. The Firefly lit the pale parting, and the voice was passing. After a busy crowd, I didn’t know what I was looking for until I calmed down. Repeating the complicated and floating faces everyday, I am a little unaccustomed to the silent space and rhythm. Behind the monotony and boredom is an invisible loss, and I want to find something lost, I often find it lost in the crowd unconsciously. I think it is a very precious thing. I haven’t seen the warm smile surging with happy expectations for a long time, after a long time, I don’t mind. I don’t have that kind of mood to release my heart. I haven’t listened to the familiar voice of the radio station for a long time. The Voice can penetrate through the silence of the darkness. I want to I am indifferent Walker, smile more lonely when there are many people, at the corner of the crowd, I will hear the leaving of winter I wake up in a certain month of a certain year I think I am waiting for the future but I can’t arrange it because of this * cloudy day outside the window in the evening in the future there is a person waiting to look left to right love will turn a few what kind of dialogue will we meet? How far is the future? I heard the wind coming from the subway and the crowd. I lined up with the number plate of Love * I flew forward across a sea of time. We also used love is hurt. The entrance to the road Dream is a bit narrow. It is the most beautiful accident for me to meet you. One day, my answer will solve the radian of smile. 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…

Say Goodbye to Yesterday

Today, I quietly leave in the quiet imagination. Tomorrow, I will stumble in the sound of today’s breath-taking. Yesterday became a memory of the past in the alternation of today and tomorrow. Looking at myself in the mirror, I found that my youth gradually grew old in this infinite cycle. There are only crisscross waves left on my face, pouring out the vicissitudes of wind and rain I experienced yesterday. Although a little lonely and a little cold, the oncoming road is still extending forward, and the terminal is always so far away. I really want to stop the instant nap and enjoy the boundless twilight. But I know I can’t be obsessed or sink. Even at such a moment, it would only make me lose the courage to march forward bravely and the only ticket for tomorrow. Not letter tears. Tears will only make me cowardice, and will only stop me. Yeah! Only by learning to give up, bear tears to give up the burden on your body, reduce the load, immerse yourself in all the difficulties and climb up the top of the mountain which is directly inserted into the sky can you enjoy the beautiful scenery on the other side of the mountain. Looking back at the people behind me, I looked up at me with unbelievable eyes and marveled at me for tearing the blue sky curtain. Yesterday was just a small station that I passed by. No matter how beautiful, how colorful, no matter how romantic, I just want to wave my hand to say goodbye without leaving a trace of clouds. Say Goodbye to Yesterday, grasp today and welcome tomorrow! 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…