Cool memory [folk art] Solicitation

I like it, small street in ancient town. It didn’t change its taste because of the baptism of modernization, and it was still so tranquil and simple. Walking in the town, all kinds of special snacks, various kinds of local specialties, and the sound of selling constantly mingled into a long and ancient picture scroll. The oil paper umbrella of the supporter lingered in the long, long and lonely rain Lane. It was not loneliness, but the best place for the tired soul to relax and rest. Every summer and winter vacation, I always like to find time to shuttle between ancient towns around Chongqing with my friends. We used to be in porcelain mouth, Gong Tan ancient town and Longtan ancient town. Every time I went away with fun and went back happily. On the way back, my friends always watched jokes and said, “Ha, I lost half of my manic temper when I walked in the ancient town. Good! And I always shake my head and smile at her gently. I like it, the weather is high and cool in autumn. Since ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely. I say that autumn is better than spring. The fallen leaves flying all over the sky are not the disappearance of life, but another continuation of life; The fruitful fruits hanging high on the branches, showing off the joy of harvest after hard work; Flocks of wild geese returning to the south sang loudly in the deep blue sky. Autumn is not sentimental, not sad, but the most affectionate. In Quanzhou, autumn is short, as if not short. And I like the autumn morning in my hometown best. The golden sunshine penetrates the clouds and thick fog and spreads to the earth. This scene is very wonderful. Then, the fog gradually dispersed, and the sky was high and cool all day. Watching the sunset in the evening, there is infinite praise of the sunset, but there is no regret just near the dusk. Because tomorrow is another new day. I like the foggy winter. When I was young, I didn’t understand the sublimation and condensation of water, but I liked to have a breath with a group of children in the winter morning filled with heavy fog, watching it connect with the heavy fog, repeat over and over again. Although my whole body shivered with cold in the cold wind, I was still doing this kind of game in high spirits. Chasing and fighting in the fog is more interesting than when the air visibility is high. Far away, the crisp songs and laughter are endless. Fog is not fog, flowers are not flowers, this kind of feeling is not really hazy, I miss it very much. I like the white snow in winter, snowflakes one after another, as if they are fingers jumping flexibly on the piano keys. The cold plum in full bloom on the branches in the corner of the wall and the happy and warm family in the wall are the breath of winter, which seems heartless but affectionate. There is a saying that Jiangxi not afraid of hot, Hunan people la bu pa, Chongqing, Sichuan people afraid is not spicy. Yes, I like spicy food, Sichuan and Chongqing like spicy food, which is the highest spicy taste, because spicy taste is the most abundant. As a genuine Chongqing person who grew up eating spicy food, I have deep feelings for spicy food. I like to sit around the table with my relatives in winter, eating steaming spicy hot pot to warm my stomach and drive away cold; I like to shuttle between my good friends in the street stalls in hot summer, eating spicy hot pot and chicken mix, although I sweat like a pig, I feel very happy. I like to eat with chili sauce, which is very fragrant for a big mouthful; When I catch a cold, I drink the water boiled with pepper and ginger, and then sleep with the quilt covering my body, all the cold viruses disappeared the next day. I came to study in Fujian, which was far away from my hometown, and brought the oil chili sauce made by my mother herself, which could help me understand my homesickness. Many people say that eating spicy food will make me angry, but for me, if I don’t eat it for a day, I feel uncomfortable. Life is like this. For many things, as long as you like them, why care too much about others. I once changed the space state, saying: I will quit games and novels. Many of my classmates came back to me and couldn’t see it. You still like games. If you didn’t see them with your own eyes or kill them, I wouldn’t believe you could play games, etc, it seems that what a shocking thing I am playing. However, no wonder they feel strange. Because in their eyes, I am a obedient baby. Before college, how could people who were not allowed to go out of the gate like games? In fact, I not only liked it, but also was addicted for some time. I was still struggling at two o’clock in the middle of the night. I had to pass the pass before going to bed, or I couldn’t fall asleep. Life in the mood for flower is just like this, which is rich and colorful with various tastes. Many things that seem not to happen are more real than diamonds. I like to watch the night scene, standing on the Nanshan Mountain to watch the night scene, without the impetuous day, I feel very comfortable. The stars in the sky and the bright lights at the foot of the mountain are all over the sky. It is really a kind of enjoyment to sit on the stone casually, close your eyes occasionally and experience the depth and mystery of the night quietly. It is not for the great ambition to explore the secrets of life and discover the secrets of the universe. It is just to simply abandon the troubles of the day and have a good aftertaste of your daily life. A sudden epiphany, calm as water is actually very simple: don’t pursue it deliberately, don’t look too heavy, do whatever you want and follow your fate.

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