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On the train reading

Time is slow, it is a good time to read. I’m ashamed to say that I lost my book the first time I read on the train. It was on the train from Bengbu to Urumqi, watching the prose collection “Wen du ink mark” written by Chen Suoju, a writer in Tongcheng, his hometown. This prose collection about the landscape and culture of Tongcheng was given by Mr. Chen’s disciple Mr. Bai Meng. It took more than 40 hours’ drive to see it with great interest. But until now, I don’t know how such a book was lost. Did you get off the train in a hurry and leave it in the car seat or were led away by the same kind of people? Two years later, I went back to my hometown to visit my relatives. I met teacher Bai Meng who sent me books for the first time. I talked to her about the books she sent me and the experience of losing books. She said that she would send me another book, but that day, I used the contribution fee to buy a set of heavy seven books named Chen Suoju collected works published by Anhui Literature and Art Publishing House. The chapters in “Wen du Mo Chen” were all collected in the anthology, and finally there was no excuse to ask teacher Bai Meng for books. Because the distance between the working place and hometown is too far away, and the nature of work, there is almost one experience of spending a long time on the train every year. Reading is also the best choice. In the first year of work, I went home from Yili and read “Xiu Lu Ji” written by Mr. Sun Li. This Xiulu collection, one of the ten kinds (this name was known two years later) of Geng Tang who was robbed from the old bookstall at a low price of 2.5 yuan, perhaps because he was too young and experienced, he couldn’t understand Mr. Sun Li’s painstaking work condensed by his whole life in his later years. This thin brochure, I read it for dozens of hours along the way, but at last I only remembered a sentence in my dream that the more I knew the way to go back home, the more I could read Sangzi. Remember this sentence, probably because I was homesick when I started to go out at the age of 19, let alone reading it on my way home. What made me not expect was that it was the “Xiu Lu Ji” which looked very ordinary at that time that made me fall in love with Mr. Sun Li’s articles nearly two years later, collecting all the articles that could be collected and reading them again and again, and a set of complete works of writers “Sun Li” was finally put on my bookshelf, which was also the first set of complete works of writers I owned. In addition to this book Xiu Lu Ji, the books read on the train are always unforgettable. That year, I went from Yili to Xinyu, Jiangxi to attend the annual meeting of the National Newspaper Supplement Research Association, and the car changed to train, and then the train changed to car, stop and go, what I carried with me was “Sun Fuyuan prose” published by Baihua Literature and Art Publishing House. This prose collection with many travel notes is suitable for reading on such a journey. Reading while walking, reading while thinking, walking and reading, reading and thinking, I came back and wrote an article “Xinyu: arriving quietly” to participate in the essay of supplement Research Association in that year, and unexpectedly won the first prize. After thinking about it, the award of this article has something to do with the article I read on the way. After the annual meeting, I went back to Yili to see two volumes of “Collected Works of Chu Anping” compiled by Zhang Qinghua. The interest in Chu Anping was entirely caused by Mr. Xie Yong’s related research articles. What I didn’t expect was that I lay on the train berth for dozens of hours, reading the scroll with relish, and writing down many reading notes in the blank space of the book pages. When I got off the train, I even felt strange that I could read some political articles of Mr. Chu Anping and so on in such a wandering and noisy environment, and also read interesting articles. So amazing. Finally, I had another vacation back home. Before leaving, wandering in front of the bookshelf, I want to choose a book to read on the road. Choose and choose, and finally bring Mr. Wang Zengqi’s prose collection “food of hometown” published by Jiangsu Literature and Art Publishing House. The binding is simple, compact, and the content is interesting, which is suitable for the train to see. The train journey of more than 40 hours is no longer long and boring because of such a book. On the train, the book of Xinyi was in hand, and it was very good to read. The roar of wheels and the snoring of passengers suddenly disappeared, and the book was my whole world. It was written in Tongcheng home on the night of January 6, 2002

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Waited

The so-called quietness doesn’t mean that I don’t talk all day long, can’t talk loudly, can’t chase and fight, but the peace waiting in my heart. In fact, everyone has a flower grave deep in his heart, burying those sad emotions which are not for humanity, while this flower grave is virtually locked. This lock can only be opened by ourselves. I don’t know who I want to say something to. It seems that life is normal and I feel the misunderstanding of walking into life. I feel a little confused, a little regretful, a little muddled, a little tired, a little hopeful and a little imaginary, in a word, it is that some inexplicable emotions and feelings occupy people’s inner thoughts, and they are too lazy to sort them out. Holding a cup of fragrant tea, sitting quietly in front of the fluorescent screen, you can be quiet and stunned; Reading other people’s stories, your heart will rise and fall. I once couldn’t fall asleep until 4 am, when I saw the 14 episodes of “Men’s gang” crying too hard to watch, and when I wrote a diary for a person all night…… My grandma said that I was not in good health, and I still like to think too much and be too serious. She always advised me to be generous. I didn’t know what happened to me, but I knew I was definitely not Lin Daiyu, because I think things will eventually be figured out and understood. If you like it, you don’t need to look for reasons deliberately. Like Snow, pure white and flawless; Like bamboo, cool breeze and high festivals; Like Lotus, clean yourself; Like plum, proud and lonely. If you like a person, you can portray it in your heart only by a shallow good impression when you first met him. You can use the pen of time to describe the continuity of your feelings. If you like a thing, you just have a quick glance, the meaning of cherishing love arises spontaneously and is deeply concerned. I like quietness, not only when I am lonely, but the quietness in the noise is more worth appreciating. It is not only in the middle of the night that it is quiet. The inner quietness lasts longer and is more worth waiting.

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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…

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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…

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Loner

On that day, the little aunt of the child who was far away from hometown called and specially consulted some questions about filling in the blanks of ancient poems. The topic is not difficult, but the method of the topic is very interesting. The performance is as follows: first, several blanks are all from outside the textbook; Second, the topic design is slightly tricky. This didn’t make her son a senior student in primary school difficult. Of course, the problems were finally solved one by one. After finishing the business, I chatted for a while again. When talking about my current situation, the other side’s sentence that you became a lonely play made me ponder for a long time, with ripples in my heart. Ordinary Days are always spent in the cycle of going to work, eating and sleeping. People who go to work and those who go to school cannot get together because they are in other places, which lasts from Monday to Friday (sometimes longer). A flat with a building area of less than 60 square meters felt that the house was too cramped at first, the living room was not enough, the bathroom was narrow, etc. In a word, the area was too small! Especially the embarrassment, embarrassment and embarrassment that I dare not come to my hometown can be said to be completely exposed. Therefore, the blame between each other occurs from time to time. And the plain days also passed quietly in the Symphony of pots and pans. Several Spring and Autumn Periods passed quickly. After a lot of hard work, the child was still successful. With a good result, he finally got admitted to the university he liked and the major he had been longing for for for a long time. Children’s college dreams come true, and adults’ small wishes come true. Life seems to be calm again. It’s time for children to go to school; Although the journey is not far away, the colorful study life in the university is indeed full of charm for freshmen who are not deeply involved in the world. The unique atmosphere of the past family gradually faded out of vision, and many blanks rose slowly in the deep memory. The adult world is also adjusting to all the changes around. Busy and busy for life, giving up or chasing for children. Diet seems to take more time, and rest also subverts the inherent rules. Time reveals its tenacity and magic inadvertently: one day of a certain year or month, you will suddenly find that your legs and feet are not working. Your teeth seem to have loosened. Your wrinkles have added a lot. Your once proud black hair crawls up. Your other physiological functions may be unknowingly, undetectable changes have also taken place. If you think of this level, even if you take a breath, you don’t have to make a fuss. At this moment, there is only one householder in the small and spacious room. Whether you go to the big room to turn on the computer to read the blog, or go to the small room to look for a magazine, or search for favorite TV programs in the living room with the remote control in hand, how easy it is! Only with the dual freedom of action and soul can you feel that you are a completely free person in the true sense. Looking around the room, there are all kinds of bookshelves, wardrobe, sofa, computer, TV, refrigerator, telephone, air conditioner, water heater, etc. We can constantly combine recreational schemes, dominate and command everything in the house, without discussing with others, asking for others’ opinions and everything, all of them are decided by one person (or not). If you don’t want to stay in the house anymore, just go downstairs and walk there. Where you like is where you like, and when you go back to the house, you will go back to the house. I am afraid that the infinite scenery of those super characters who claimed to be isolated or widowed in the past is just like this! What’s wrong with being alone in your own home! The last piece of advice: By the weekend, when changing roles, never be too stiff! (2008.11.25)

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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

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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

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Dwelling

That year, a strong wind blew a group of homeless people like us to a remote town, like a cluster of dandelion blown to a corner it had never been to by a light wind. We stood on the asphalt road just enough to cover the soil, like a group of newly arrived immigrants, watching the sunrise rising like childhood, watching the sunset falling like hometown, watching the cars and trucks shuttling back and forth gradually at the not crowded crossroads, staring at the time flowing slowly, and running away in the rolling dust again and again with the wild autumn wind. We are busy foraging and surviving in this land that does not belong to us, sowing our own hope and letting our immature roots float in the air. Seeing companions escaping one by one, some caught the tail of the wind and went back to where they were, some went to a new corner with the wind and suddenly felt that the vicissitudes were close to themselves, coming or leaving constitutes the past of life. When I rolled up my trouser legs in the rainy season of summer and waded through the flood which was soaked to my knees all over the street, I finally saw the flickering distance in my dream. On a cold morning, I finally stepped on the Frost all over the ground and walked into the heaven that I looked at day and night with the wings given by my hometown. Heaven has charming scenery, beautiful sails, too much noise and disturbance, but there is no peace and tranquility in the heart for a long time. Therefore, in a bleak autumn wind with fallen leaves, I went back to the small town by bus alone. There were a lot of people on the bus, and they were very noisy, all talking about the home they hung up day and night. This couldn’t help reminding me of the scene when I went home or left home every time. On the way, the car went and stopped, stopped and went, shuttling between different cities. The scenery that flashed countless times from the window seemed familiar and strange. Passengers went up and down, up and down, and then integrated into the place they wanted to go, hometown or distance. This rotation is just an instant feeling or impression, and the car is heading to the next stop. In fact, life is just such a journey. The shuttle between us seems accidental or casual, but it is our whole life. Every detail and the deep connotation in the details reflect the essence of life. From this point of view, everything is just on the journey. Canyang finally fell into Qiu Si in the smoke of dusk. Wisps of smoke rose from the wilderness, which warmed the heart of a car of returning people. When the sky was gray and the moon was on the treetop, they could walk into the house which had been separated for a long time. But the floating smoke also awakened the wandering dream. The smoke from the kitchen is theirs, and the bright moon is theirs. I will continue to cultivate my wasteland in their joy, watching them walk comfortably, work silently and live in a regular way. But I thought there must be a few wisps of smoke and a bright moon waiting for me in the dusk of my hometown thousands of miles away, so I felt at ease. I couldn’t help thinking of Zhu Ziqing, Xia gaizun and Feng Zikai who once took a walk at Baima Lake, and Ma Lihua and the royal family who once stopped at Alibaba in Tibet, they all appreciated the grass and trees beside them with a simple heart, washing their hearts in the pure nature. Yes, life is not in the region. Sometimes, a barren stone on the land can make us understand the complicated life, while those noisy traffic will make us go further and further. Therefore, when the bus arrived, I firmly set foot on the land of the small city. Now, I still walk calmly in this small city which is far away from the provincial capital and the urban area, and watch the rising sun and setting sun, and the flowers bloom. Often, those days that seem plain and quiet are the most real life. And dwelling is not only a kind of life, but also a kind of mentality and philosophy of life.

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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…

Mourning damogu in heart

If life is a tide, after getting involved in it for several times, there is no courage to drift with the tide any more. I just want to be a simple person who can watch the ups and downs of the tide and gather clouds. Occasionally sad, occasionally sigh. People see more, listen more, and experience some, it is inevitable to see through the world of mortals. Although the spring flowers are still bright, the autumn moon is still beautiful. It is also a sad scenery with past events. This morning, a woman came down from the car, which was not as elegant as a rich woman as I expected. Pale complexion, cheap clothes. I asked her why she wore such low-grade clothes? She said I didn’t care about it. My daily job is to drive a car to pick my son up and go to school. In addition, there was a woman, three women, sitting in my shop with a play. She had relatives that couldn’t be beaten by three shots. She also had the same illness and tacit understanding of the same age. She talked a lot about the length of her family. She was abandoned once, (in fact, the marriage before she was not abandoned was useless) and she took her son alone. There are two houses in a city like Shanghai, one of which belongs to her and the other belongs to her son. Life is no problem, she wants to live so without dignity. Because later the man thought that the women outside were not reliable either, and they were only profitable. He turned around and wanted to remarry. She agreed that marriage was a nominal symbol. He was once infected with venereal disease, but still did not change his lust. Diabetes and kidney deficiency and tinnitus are the sins of lecherous people, and he is no less. Wild flowers are picked randomly, real flowers wither, and they are destroyed by themselves. Sometimes I think that you are so kind that you can tolerate your husband’s absolute public betrayal again and again. Why don’t you tidy yourself up and live your life well? In this way, you may be able to notice his eyes. There is a saying spread on the Internet: men are responsible for making money to support their families, while women are responsible for beauty. It is not all right in it, and there are always valuable references. Her haggard face described her helplessness in life and had her own reasons. It is said to be for the sake of your son, but rather it is said to be your cowardice and not clear what do you need? When a woman is not cherished by that man, why should she keep silent for him and wait for a long life that she can’t see? Knowing that the road ahead is dark, I still don’t want to change my direction, but I am so sad! A piece of marriage paper can’t give you any hope, but it is just the destruction of life and disrespect. You really understand, after remarriage, you will be happy, and you will not look like this. Divorce and non-divorce are only the thickness of a piece of paper, which will be spent on gambling for a long life. Really ai mo da yu xin si. She kept talking and seeing through. In Shaoxing, she also knew that he would not change his previous life attitude. Anyway, he was out of sight and upset. She said she had seen everything through, and one day is a day. What’s money? I can’t change what she wants. There are still several places in Shaoxing real estate. These cold things can not warm a person’s small heart, let alone cure a broken heart. I want to say: why do you want to remarry? Everyone in this world has abandoned us. Please remember that we still have ourselves. Leave yourself some dignity! You can easily remarry without any return to his restraint, because you are bullied and trampled voluntarily, and you don’t have to blame others. I only have to think and meditate in my heart. The sorrow of a rich woman. There is also a plain woman’s little happiness. She doesn’t have much money, which is enough. My husband also had no chance to contact with women because of the working relationship. Even if there is, the poor in this real society have no money to be romantic. I believe he won’t, because his character is there. Although she suffered from rheumatic disease, she still kept herself in good care, and her husband didn’t dislike her illness either. She was not greedy. She didn’t think her husband didn’t make much money and didn’t have a big house, but she could put down her feelings. The bigger the house, the smaller the bed, and the affection is nowhere to be seen. She lived with him through the ups and downs of life. Although she was also noisy, it was not a lot of love, but also influenced each other and never gave up. There are many temptations in this society, but the bottom line of morality is also indispensable. Women can be virtuous, but they also have their own bottom line. I have heard such a sentence: a person’s wealth is not something outside his body, but whether he has love and righteousness. Daughter cleared also Chai Gap. The quality of a person is a lifetime wealth. Women, if we have sky inside, we are not afraid of no clouds. Why too sad? We are responsible for ourselves if we want to live a beautiful life for ourselves.

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From today on, I want to be happy

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I think I will always be brave

There was a silent night all around, the cold wind poured into the cracks of the window, and the soft and pure female solo echoed around her ears. I don’t know what language to describe this moment. I only know that at this moment, my heart is surging up with a burst of soothing tranquility. Lying on the bed, sleeping, but also hurried for a day. I lay down to breathe with my heart, to feel the sound of time flowing away. Every minute, I feel the warm kiss left by the sunshine on my cheek, the mottled shadow of leaves casting on me with the sunshine, the sound of wind and the sound of birds outside the window. Although I was at home alone, I was not lonely at all: Although I endured the illness, I was not desperate at all. I enjoyed everything I felt, even if I had a headache at that time, even if I was weak. Calm down and you will have more time for yourself. When you close your eyes, you can hear the voice of your heart. I told myself that everything would pass. Don’t feel bitter, don’t feel painful, and accept everything arranged by life. You should know that everything that happens in life has its meaning. In life, there is no accident, only necessity. Maybe there are many things in vain, but if you don’t do it, there will be no ending. I suddenly realized that the reason why people suffer is to resist the reality. I think I will always be brave. I said to myself. All the past experiences are constantly proving. For me, courage is not to hold back tears, but to be strong in front of people and cry behind them: courage is not to put down everything, but to forget when you forget, to remember when you remember; Courage, it is not tough in appearance, but flexible in appearance and strong in heart. Maybe I am really not good enough, and I always play a child’s temper. However, I think I will always be brave. I think I will always be brave. When I am alone, I will smile quietly, look at the sky quietly, look at the floating white clouds, and keep silent about loneliness. When I was hurt and sad, I would bury my head with the hot tears that were about to gallop, fondle my chest quietly, and let the hot tears flow back to my heart. On rainy days without umbrellas, I will walk in the rain naturally and smartly, watching the cars coming and going, catching the cold raindrops with my hands, and letting the slight coldness moisten my heart. When I take a bus alone, I will quietly look out of the window, at the changing streetscape, at everyone in the street, looking for someone with the same mood as me, and give him a warm smile. I think I will always be brave. I like to let nature take its course and take it easy. I am used to watching the trend of everything gradually bending, smiling with tears. Even if it is not the ending I expected, I will accept it happily. Keep a touch of indifference in my heart and live a quiet life. I still remember that I once asked myself many times, what on earth should I change to make life more wonderful? But now, I understand. Wonderful, is a kind of life attitude. The real excellence does not lie in how many great events you have done or how many admirable achievements you have made, but in your inner feelings. All the exterior is just a false appearance, which is not the real self. The true self is as pure as when he was born, only his soul and beating heart. The real eternity in this time is never the unreal material exterior, but the power your soul gives you. The real eternity will not change with anything, just like my pure heart. I think I will always be brave. I pursue bravely, do what I like to do bravely, and look at tomorrow bravely, no matter what the future is. I follow the guidance of my soul and live freely. It does not depend on the recognition and affirmation of the outside world, but only draws strength from the heart. I like this kind of self and existence. I really like the sentence I read in the book: there is no one else outside, only myself. I think I will always be brave. Even if life is not wonderful, I still need to be brave!

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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…

“Calm”

People come to the world crying. Therefore, life is too short, and the world is always full of hardships and tiredness, which always makes people frustrated a lot, a lot, disappointed a lot, a lot, and it will make the wounded heart deeply lonely, turn into infinite soreness, turn disappointment into despair, and hope to have a realm of truth, goodness and beauty to save your helpless soul in despair, then there must be a spiritual touch and support to sublimate. People’s State of Mind is fragile; It is also the easiest to be moved; Especially in the state of devouring and slashing sadness, falling into pain and being unable to extricate themselves, which is more frequent than mental breakdown, how necessary it is for someone to comfort and protect you warmly in understanding, and a loving heart to relieve the pain, sadness and endless sour depression in your heart; can sense your negative emotions, can wipe away your sad tears. However, it is not what you expect; Your tiredness, your sadness, your depression, your pain, your sadness, fidgety, indignant that you are always full of unbelief and sorrow and fear towards this world, and you have lost the negative confidence in life. In this way, you are born in sorrow and sorrow, unfettered in the heart burst of sour pain sad and difficult to calm; In such a painful mood spread to others, that is, it seems that the return of others can not be quietly degraded, but to add sadness, confusion and boredom to others. Therefore, only by letting the pain rest in the calm diaries and poems, can we vent and pour out the sorrow and emotion in our heart. Every word, every sentence, every section, calm soul will not cry

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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

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Tap a door and ask the soul

In light snow, the west wind swept the yellow leaves. The sun shines brightly, but I can’t feel the heat. Hands and faces are cold, stepping on thick fallen leaves, on the way to work. The Big Clock of Xihua Gate rang 9 o’clock sharp. The pedestrians hurried to their respective roads. The red light at the crossroads closed my eyes and took a rest. A long time of surfing the Internet makes the eyes unable to adapt to the strong light outside gradually. A minute’s rest is also necessary for the eyes with insufficient sleep. Since the end of September, I began to write some longer novels with about 40,000 words. With the help of my son, I posted these words on the starting point. Although I worked hard, but the effect was not as good as I expected. I was still confident and kept writing, and required myself to insist on writing about 20,000 words every month. Writing and recording Fragmentary things have become a habit for decades. Unfortunately, those diaries that they regard as treasures have long been lost in the moving back and forth, those yellow papers recorded the growth of a little girl from youth to youth, and all her memories were lost in the wind. Some moods recorded by hand and some long or short novels were all handed over to the waste purchasing station due to one negligence of their son. It turned out that all the bits and pieces I recorded and described with words with pen were saved unexpectedly. Only gazing at the complex mood, here, pick up those long-standing residual warmth by memory. Later, I learned to write a short mood in the space. Fortunately, the space has such a powerful preservation function. I don’t have to worry about losing the manuscript, but I am annoyed by my typing speed. That is slow, it crawls like a snail, but after all it is walking. One day, I suddenly found prose online, Some flexible words, beautiful writing style, touching some memories deep in my heart, I built my own space, trying to add some excellent authors as friends, and even a friend left me a message, encourage the publication of words to share the joy and inexplicable joy. In reality, I am a person who is not sociable. He doesn’t adress and flatters, hates vulgar behaviors and is indifferent and silent. That’s because I can pretend to be silent against the environment I don’t like and the hypocritical mask, the woman pretended to be a pure girl, whining and whining. Every time, I heard that my hair was numb, and I was reluctant to smile at the beginning, and I felt boring when I heard too much, simply put your mind on the Internet, not hearing the things around you, only focusing on the story. Gradually in the virtual network, I can feel some real people and things. The text is like a person, and the words convey kindness, righteousness, unyielding and persistence. There are criticism for disadvantages, sympathy for weakness, love for life, persistence and confusion for love and love in the words. Every time I wander in these words, I feel the sunshine is shining, mental warm. The involuntary smile on the corners of my mouth let me know that I am happy. I am willing to make friends with people who like words and listen attentively. These voices come from deep in my soul. Feel each other’s persistent preference for words. Suddenly, I saw a door of Zhu Qi looming far away. I was approaching, with birds and flowers, and antique colors. Some people were near or far away, enjoying the scenery, or looking back. Behind that mysterious door, there should also be many people doing things they like quietly and happily. I saw two words of literature written on the door, and I knew, it should be the only way to go through the Palace of literature, that is, to knock it open and attend a feast of soul, where there are people I like and respect. 2011 11 23.

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Gently, you left

I wrote blog in “literature blog website” for more than four years. Although it continued from time to time, I also enjoyed myself; What’s more, I gained a lot of knowledge when I got acquainted with some similar blog friends and made comments together; moreover, through this platform, it is quite pleasant to know some editing teachers, although they are good friends and fail to meet each other. Close to “literature blog”, it is purely a mistake; Because some of the novels written were posted on the novel reading website, and blog was opened by the way. Since then, I have been writing mood on its literature blog, unexpectedly, time flies for five years. Although I also wrote some words on other large and small websites, I never put down this garden. I would go in to check and update some words from time to time. Until recently, I was told when posting, all user groups have no right to operate. After a careful look, we know the reason: there is a notice on the blog that literature blog has failed to negotiate with the main station, and all user groups have been closed, and the server will be completely closed by the end of March. Seeing such a notice, I felt quite uncomfortable. “Literature blog” is affiliated to novel reading network. I don’t know why the main station closes it, and I don’t want to figure it out; The operation of the website has cost operation. As a blog, it is open for free, but the master station will certainly invest a certain amount of money; And the master station has the right to choose or change its modules; What is puzzling is that when making such a decision, have you ever cared about the inner feelings of these beating insects, especially some of their own beating insects? Moreover, many of these beating insects are original writers of novel reading website, and many of them have signed contracts with them; however, the main station did not give a detailed explanation, which really made people feel a little teased. Writing blog, playing is the mood, the most intuitive is the text; No one will care about these accumulated words; So, these days, I am also busy moving, it takes time to make all the words accumulated in literature blog network into materials and store them; After all, there are not a few words written in four or five years, although it is not worth half a gold in others’ eyes, it is always unbearable to discard it like this; If you collect it, you can review the past time when you have time to read it again. While I was busy, I thought how many people who were as busy as me would be busy sorting out the written files of this stall; I also felt that “literature blog network” was gradually moving away in this mess, in the field of vision, it was gradually blurred, and in the ear, it was silent. Once a vigorous literary home, it just withdrew from the life stage of thousands of people. It can’t be said that it is not a pity, or in other words, some kind of indescribable defects in life; Although there are many literary websites now, there are not only one or two more famous than literature blog, but the feeling in the bottom of my heart is very important; For example, my home is already familiar with every corner, so there are no many obstacles to find what I want; If I change a place, at the beginning, it is inevitable to be reserved and cramped; Although it is a bit far-fetched, it is also a bit reasonable. If you change a blog, it is inevitable to start from the beginning, unfamiliar and silent, which naturally needs a process. This is not just due to the so-called popularity. The gold content of a blog can only be identified by time. But this is not a wishful thinking. Probably, many people, like me, have feelings but have nothing to say at this time. After all, it is a place where many people are happy, angry, sad and happy, people who are worth wandering in this pastoral area should remember and discuss. Even if the mood is very complicated, I can only say that, literature blog network, I came gently, but you walked gently; I waved gently and gave you a gorgeous cloud.

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The moon is full, picturesque, hanging on the horizon, overlooking the world. As thin as the flowing clouds of light yarn, the floating indifferent, hazy moon face, hazy sky. The moonlight like water poured on the ground through the branches and leaves, reflecting a shadow of holding the cheek with both hands. Tears that were too late to slide down were blown dry by the wind. Time flies like water. Time slips through your fingertips in a dazzling way. Everything is going to fly with time and become tomorrow’s yesterday. What you want to keep only leaves the mottled palm, reminding you of the road you have traveled. Wandering Heart shuttling back and forth in the silent late night, listening to the night wind gently chanting in the air, feeling the leaves flying in the wind, fluttering, I don’t know where to fall. I want to cut a beam of moonlight, put on soft warmth for myself, and be intoxicated in the embrace of the full moon. Have you ever felt helpless in the distance? Life is just like this. I always don’t know what I’m chasing and looking for. I just drift with the flow blankly and pursue blindly like this. If you get it, you may not be happy. If you lose it, you will be sad. Always when the moon is full, love is brewing in my heart, love is burning in my heart, and the past is passing through the moonlight and floating with the wind. Memory, after the rotation of four seasons, has never changed its appearance, is still so clear, is still so close. However, everything is like the bright moon in the water, which seems to be close at hand, but at the end of the world. Many times I held the gentle moonlight and walked in the boundless starry sky, thinking about something I shouldn’t think about and thinking about someone I shouldn’t think about. Therefore, I weaved several deep dreams by hand, and woke up to find that the moon was missing another corner. Dreams, everyone will have; Dreams bring people a glimmer of hope and an expectation; Dreams, draw colorful colors for boring life. The unmeasured distance, because of dreams, miracles will appear and the first step for human beings to step on the moon. However, although human beings have broken through the distance between planets, they can never really break through the diaphragm between hearts. It turns out that the real distance cannot be measured. I like to stare at the full moon quietly, and want to see through its mind. However, it is still silent. However, no matter how sharp the eyes were, they could not leave any trace on the flawless face of the full moon. Since the full moon, how many romantic stories have been written since ancient times: in ancient times, there were goddess of the moon, and today there are famous songs praising the purity of the moon. The Moon of Teresa Teng represents my heart, and I am never tired of listening to it. Every time I hear it, there are still thousands of tender feelings in my heart. The full moon represents purity; The full moon represents beauty. Some people say that the moon is the hometown round, and the wine is the hometown mellow. I think it has nothing to do with hometown? It is a kind of mood, which makes people always feel that everything in their hometown is always the best. Therefore, people associate the most perfect and unforgettable things with the full moon. The wonderful scenery and things in the world are just like a bright moon, bright and pure, which makes people sentimentally attached and gives people the feeling of happiness. However, in this world, sorrow is more and less, just like the lack of full Moon and Moon in the years, which is always missing. Moon, cantabile dream. Only when you see the lack of Moon can you think of the beauty of the full moon. Perhaps, it is the lack of the moon that sets off the perfection of the full moon. When the moon is short, you will always feel the shortcomings of life, and then you will understand the truth that is not normal. Everything has likes and dislikes, beauty and ugliness. I can see the moon in my mind and see the mercy of the moon. Why can’t we treat life with the same mood? I like the moon, because although it is lonely, it attracts thousands of people’s attention, but it shines for thousands of people. When I think of the moon since ancient times, all the stars have never betrayed it, but they still reflect on it, and there is always a touch. I like the moon because it symbolizes eternity. For thousands of years, it has been guiding people and composing romantic heart songs for the world. Therefore, someone made a lifelong commitment to the bright moon. Occasionally, dark clouds are dense, which dyed the whole sky red, and no trace of the moon can be found. But I know that it does exist. If you hook a new moon, it will always evoke a melancholy in your heart. What kind of mood is that, beyond words. I just feel that it is so far away from the full moon. In fact, the pace of time never stops. It is still walking unhurriedly. It is people who change with their mood and keep chasing time, but forget everything in life, which is relatively existing. When you are happy, you will feel that the speed of time is just in a flash; When you are in pain, you will find that time seems to stop. In fact, it is ourselves that drag down our bodies and prevent ourselves from moving forward. Sitting alone for a while, still holding the moon and waiting for the dawn, although I can’t smell the fragrance of flowers or hear birds, I can feel the gentle touch of the wind. The flowers sleeping late at night were silent. I want to touch its petals, but I am afraid that my vulgar hands will scratch the appearance of flowers. Then, gently shaking off a drop of dew, I realized that Flowers would cry. Wandering life, like sailing in the bumpy ocean, always has ups and downs. Stand up to the wind and waves, know how to act at the wind, success is not far away. But if you are timid, timid, or attempt to sail against the current and turn around, you will finally walk hard, leading to overthrowing and indulging. Water can carry a boat, it can also overturn it. Don’t do everything too much. Leave some room for others to make others have a turning space. In this way, you can make yourself broad-minded and leave a retreat for yourself. The moon is a beacon in the dark starry sky. Sometimes it is smooth and sometimes like a hook. It guides me and inspires me. Facing the full moon and the lack of Moon, thinking of the imperfectness of life, I can only accept every bumpy road and welcome the perfection once in January. On the Internet, many different people call me by different names: Yuanyuan elder brother, Yueyue, Yuanyuan, moon, etc. It doesn’t matter. What matters is what kind of moon they know. But I know that in every night when the moon is full and the moon is short, no matter where you are, there is my shadow, accompanying you through the years. Maybe, I can’t relieve the hard work for whom; Maybe, I can’t resist the heavy burden for whom; But my tenderness, care and sincerity will go through the clouds with the moonlight, through the branches and leaves, through the gauze curtain, cast on someone’s body, making her feel comfortable and warm, and making her feel love in the world. Even though I was collected by clouds and mist, even though I was driven away by the rising sun, I was in another corner of the world, waiting for me to renew my relationship with her. The moon is full and the moon is short, the joys and sorrows are the nature of life, and no one can escape from the mercy of fate. Life is so imperfect……

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