Brush on a miss

Winter is coming, and I am still on the edge of worry, bitterness and tiredness. In July, he led his younger brother back from Beijing to see a doctor. His father was ill again and was admitted to the hospital. I am guarded him day and night. This guard lasted for three or four months, I haven’t had a complete sleep till now. Winter days are gray. My heart is deep. I spend every day in the dark, my whole body is sore, and I have to work with my teeth clenched. Looking at my father’s aging caused by illness, my heart was very painful and painful. I don’t know how many times I cried secretly. My family, my wife, has been away for twenty days, and I don’t care for a month. I feel ashamed and can’t bear it. I was anxious to have the technique of two places to take care of myself, but I didn’t have the ever-changing function, so I had to let my wife bear hardships at home. I was very fond of home, but now I am more and more nostalgic for home. I feel really good at home, with the care of my wife. When I am tired, I have my wife’s shoulder to lean on. It can be said that home is the harbor of happiness, and home is the place to pour out your feelings. No matter how hard and tired I was when I got home, I seemed to relax at once. Today, on the way to buy vegetables, I met a fellow villager who was in the queue. The happy mood could not be described. We held hands with each other and asked questions. Thirty years have passed, and the fleeting years have ruined people. We are all over 50 people. The floating black hair on the temples showed a root of white hair, and the wrinkles were full of hardships of the years. We stood by the roadside for a few hours. Even if the cold wind blew, we didn’t care. The warmth of hometown had already melted the cold of winter. My heart and enthusiasm warmed my whole body. Although it was ice when we stepped on our feet, the snowflakes on the branches blew down on our heads and melted, we didn’t scruple or even move our steps. When I got home, I couldn’t calm down for a long time. Thinking of the scene when I was in the queue, I drew a few pictures of the country scenery. The scenes remain in my heart till now, so I drew the scenery of the countryside without any effort. Painting while missing. That was the place where my youth stopped, leaving me the best time, which made me learn a lot of knowledge and skills in that world. Think about it, embroidered insoles, thousands of needles and thousands of threads, colorful silk threads embroider pairs of beautiful insoles. That stitch, the pattern embroidered is the best stitch embroidered by the big girl in the village. I remember that fellow villagers praised me and said: This stitch is not like embroidered by girls in the city, which is better than that of girls in our village. Yes, I have been in the queue for three years and spent most of my time playing basketball in the commune. Although I have little time working in the team headquarters, I always have to spare some time to play with the girls in the village. Their simple life deeply touched me. They are hardworking and ingenious. Every rainy and snowy day is their rest day, which is also my rest day. Several good girls sit on the hot Kang, holding needlework in their hands: some cover soles and some embroider insoles. I am very envious of doing good needlework one by one. Because I can draw, the embroidered insoles are all patterns drawn by myself. Sitting in the middle of them, one stitch, one stroke, one stroke and one stroke, the insoles finally embroidered are not only satisfied with themselves, but also highly praised by everyone. If I didn’t have that period of queue-jumping time, I would certainly not have learned the craft of embroidery. A few years ago, in our painting and calligraphy exhibition for the elderly, I put my insoles and socks on display at the exhibition, which was praised by more lovers. Another village head specially invited me to work as a consultant in their village. The village head took advantage of traditional culture to show the elegant demeanour of our Chinese nation. He brought the delicate, beautiful and beautiful insoles embroidered by the experts of embroidery in the village to the market, walked out of the Niangzi Pass and went to the world. In my spare time, I often think of the past years, especially the life in the countryside, which has taught me a lot and enriched my experience. I want to thank the years, the life and the big girls in the countryside for making my life colorful, more substantial and meaningful. The missing under the brush, the story under the brush, and the life under the brush make my heart full of incomparable happiness. When I have time, I will draw more pictures in my heart, scenery in my heart and stories in my heart with the pen in my hand.

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