Home, childhood

The childhood in my memory is vague and happy, but when I think of it, it is just like that round of old moon hanging quietly in the distant sky, but it emerges clearly in front of me. My grandma’s home is the warmest place in my memory. The cottage in the country, the loving old man, always gets up early in the morning to cook meals for me, she always guarded me when I was ill and rubbed my forehead again and again with her rough hands, I always sit under the eaves in the morning and carefully weave the twist braid for me, then walk to the mud in front of the House to dig the soil, take out a white gardenia and wear it on my head carefully, the old man who always called me home again and again when I was eating, when I hadn’t had time to grow up, when I was always willful to make her angry, when I didn’t understand the pain of losing, I went quietly to the person who loved me most in the world. There are always blue sky, long clouds, dew in the morning, old cattle returning at dusk, honest Yellow Dogs, fields gently swept by the wind, golden wheat ears in my childhood memory, that cold old well, the noisy cry of knowing in midsummer, and a round wire on the bamboo pole, searching for spider webs in every corner, and then chasing dragonflies in the hot sun, in the busy farming season, I climbed up the mulberry tree and put a handful of mulberry fruit into my mouth with my hand. The sweet taste was immersed in my heart all the time, and these woven into childhood memories and pictures. So far, I think the most wonderful thing is to invite ants to catch an insect casually in the grass and put its body on the path. Soon an ant came, like a spy, he sniffed and sniffed around the corpse and circled for a long time. After a while, he turned around and left. According to past experience, he went to move a large group of people and horses. As expected, within 5 minutes, the large army came, although the team is crooked, it is still orderly. There are no ants walking side by side. If you look carefully, you will find that there are several ants whose heads are bigger than ordinary ants. I don’t know if they are the legendary Ant King, at this time, we sang our own songs, played tricks on these ants, set obstacles among their teams, and moved the food further when they were about to arrive, these lovely little creatures have a clear division of labor and work together to push food several times larger than their bodies to their own homes. The countryside is always quiet without the noise of traffic. Time seems to be stagnant here. A thousand years is like a day. When you wake up, you will smell the smell of grass and sleep with the fragrance of grass, the insects in the grass sang tirelessly, which was my best lullaby. In the morning, I always wake up in my grandmother’s incessant call. In the morning in the countryside, there are mist, smoke and glittering dew on the grass, there are also bright sunrise and pure air which seems to be transparent ……. Noon is the busiest time of the day, and the air boxes of every family rise one after another, and then there are the voices of adults calling for children to eat, the tail tone is too long, as if I am afraid that the child will not come back and deliberately attract the child with this gentle and tactful voice, the children who were playing returned reluctantly with dirt and grass scraps in the urge over and over again. The evening is the most pleasant moment, especially the summer night. It is covered with a layer of mist early around, intertwined with the smoke from the kitchen, hovering on the mountainside and roof, like flowing white gauze, I can’t tell which is fog or smoke. From the rice field in the distance came the sound of frogs. The hills around stood silently, as if thinking about something, everything was so quiet and deep. Put a mat in the yard dam in front of the door, lie on your back, count the stars, watch the fireflies fly around happily with lanterns, listen to the adults chatting nearby, and the moon looks so distant in the deep night sky, A breeze blows, and the exhaustion of the day and the hard work of the day go with the wind. Now when I walk under the night sky of the city, I always think about this question. Is this moon the moon at that time? If so, then it must have seen how happy I was at that time? Many years have passed, and the memories of hometown and childhood have never disappeared in my heart but become clearer. I always think of everything at that time when I suddenly look back. That memory is very precious, walking down the sky of the city, my lonely figure, but no one knows the enrichment and warmth hidden in my heart, which makes me walk through the jungle of reinforced concrete with satisfaction and happiness, however, I once thought that the long life was a lifetime in a flash. 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…

Simple happiness

Looking at the blue sky carefully, white clouds always snuggle up in the embrace of the blue sky. Looking at the fish pond carefully, the fish always depend on the center of the water. Looking at the flowers carefully, her flower head is always inseparable from the sunshine. Love in the world is full of gestures, and the positioning of happiness has its own merits. I wandered on the beach, and my instep was submerged by the sea water again and again. I walked along the beach and saw many happy scenes along the way. I was deeply moved. Seeing their happy smiling faces, they fell on the beach under the sun. Are there a couple of young men and women in their youth lovers? Is couples? I can’t see the doorway in a short time. The boy has a strong body and wears black swimsuit shorts. The girl’s black long hair is flowing with the sea breeze, fluctuating up and down. She is slim, wearing a lake blue swimming dress with big pink flowers, so beautiful! Good moving! Even my aunt straightened her eyes, let alone they walked towards the deeper sea water holding hands, playing while walking. Their happy appearance infected me, A little smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. The waves beat them, and their laughter and the sound of the waves were intertwined. Suddenly, the young man squatted down and let the young woman ride on his shoulder, grabbed her hand and stirred in the seawater. Ah! Beautiful girl, her laughter is so sweet, it seems that the sea breeze is also conveying her happiness. I stopped, stunned, stood aside and clapped for them, happy for them and happy for them. They approached me, and I said to them: take a photo, what a happy scene. The young man said: take it, you must take it! I saw a man standing up on the beach, preparing them to take photos. Happy Ah! Sometimes happiness is very simple. I continued to move forward. The sea line of Sanya Bay was very long. The blue sea water was connected with the blue sky. I really saw that the interweaving points of the sea water and the blue sky were connected together. When you stand in the boundless heaven and earth, you seem to be so tiny, thinking while walking, thinking while walking. The seawater kept coming to you, patting my legs. I remember that the last time I came to Hainan, I am was 46 years old. Ten years apart, the beautiful Sanya changed and became more colorful. I have also changed, from forthright to destiny. In the meantime, time gives me more pain than happiness. My brother was ill, and my father passed away. My heart was immersed in sorrow and couldn’t help myself. My face was full of tears every day, as if the sky had fallen down. I don’t care about everything around me, only pain, only sadness. Even my son didn’t dare to call me. Sometimes he had a video chat and cried in a few minutes. There was only one topic that he missed his father. This topic was also a topic that everyone didn’t want to touch, I don’t know how to comfort me. There was also his wife around him who saw him helping me silently with a sad face at a loss. He, who was not good at talking, comforted me several times about how to make me understand and see what happened in front of me. As for me, I was originally an outgoing, lively and considerate person. Even when I arrived at my old father’s place, it was frozen and nothing could be solved. The whole mind is painful and sad, regardless of the things around you. My wife delivers water to cook every day and puts it in front of me. Many years ago, my wife also had a major operation. I had been taking care of him all the time, but my concern for him for family affairs gradually decreased. My wife not only didn’t dislike him, but also supported and helped me silently. My wife decided to take me out for fun on a self-driving tour. He could best understand my mood. If not, only he knows what the result will be. Over the past five years, my brother’s illness made my body and mind collapse. I took my brother to Beijing for medical treatment and medicine, and separated my family and wife there without asking. Then my old father was ill again, and I accompanied him day and night. The old father who was getting better and better suddenly went away. I collapsed and was extremely sad. Regardless of fatigue, I have to care for and take care of me all the way. I am deeply moved. Take Me to Sanya, Hainan, to rent the rent for the next month. Take Me to Shanghai to relax every day, which makes my mood better gradually. Facing the sea and my wife’s help, my injured heart gradually improved. On this day, it was said that I was walking by the seaside, and he was walking on the trail to where we were going. Because I am not in a good mood, my blood pressure is not stable enough, sometimes it is very high, and I am accompanied by fainting. When I walked and saw the young men and women, I stopped and turned back to see my wife following me behind me. He waved his hand to me, and instantly, my eyes were blurred by tears. Different happiness and feelings warm my heart. Happy moments are sometimes very simple. In fact, a lifetime of happiness is simply given by happiness. 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…

Writing — the best spiritual sustenance

That really ridiculous! The fifty-year-old man suddenly wrote a novel, and it turned out to be a full-length novel, which was inevitably ridiculed by many people; I didn’t feel anything ridiculous, because my writing is not for fame, nor for food, but for spiritual sustenance. Thinking of the past, I felt guilty. I was still specialized in Chinese. I had never done literature well before, and sometimes it was just a temporary interest; Most of the time I spent in the public! It was just because of the occasional death of a person last year that I woke up like a big dream, which made me feel that it was necessary to get some literature, or I would not regret those who had passed away! I have mentioned this person not only once in the article that he is my distant uncle. His unfortunate death is a heavy blow to I am, because our souls are interlinked, although he also communicated with many people in his life, he was in contact with I am soul, the real God friend, the friend of forgetful years! My uncle is very talented and a scholar in the village. Although he is only a junior high school student, he is very studious. His articles are very sophisticated and can be compared with others. I respect him very much, but like me, he had the disadvantage of good Gambling. He finally regretted for a lifetime because of this. For this reason, I wrote many words to him more than once, express my love and make up for the eternal regret. The mood is not understandable by ordinary people, because we are like-minded in literature. The reason why I am so fearless in writing long novels is that I feel that if I don’t do it, I am afraid that I will never get literature in this life, because after all, I am already 50 years old! How many fifty years old can there be in life? I am responded to a philosopher’s words: My life began at the age of 50. Although I am not good at writing, I am clear about my level; But I still persist in writing, no matter how others evaluate and treat it, I know it in my heart, I am not good at it, but my passion for life is flying. Even if someone laughs at me, I still have to write it down, because my writing is just a kind of spiritual sustenance, of course, I also want to write it well, but time does not allow me, because I am no longer young. Nowadays, the literary world is very quiet and lonely, except for those publishers who write it by Masters and Masters, most other authors publish books at their own expense. I admire their courage and spirit very much, but I don’t advocate their practice. It is enough for us to enrich our writing spirit, why should we worry about the unsold books we have published? Isn’t this asking for trouble? I often say to others like this: everyone wants to be the emperor, but not everyone can be the emperor. We will be the emperor once, and I will decide my article; The writer is very glorious, but not everyone can become a writer, but at least he can write long novels, see this strange world with his own eyes, and show his low views and thoughts on life and society, why not do it? I decide my space and write my novels. Do you care whether others love it or not? Ha ha ha, the above words are purely jokes, and have no intention of attacking anyone. I always remember my own words: The best spiritual sustenance in writing 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 new girl in the class

In this semester, there are 60 children in the class. When they stand on the platform, they will speak out involuntarily. After a class, they often feel dry and tired. That morning, the principal came to me and said that a child would be transferred from the class. I felt very helpless because most people in the class were suffering from trouble. But since the principal said it was about the relationship of the Education Commission, I couldn’t say more. In the afternoon, the child was brought here, a timid little girl with beautiful eyebrows. The grandmother who brought her here is an old teacher. We know each other. Her grandma said: The child was studying in Beijing originally, and he was the captain in the class. His academic performance was very good. He often got more than 90 points in every subject, and the teacher was reluctant to transfer her to another school. But the child’s mother had a second child, so she couldn’t take care of her, so she had to transfer to her home to go to school. She repeatedly exhorted me to worry more, take good care of my child and don’t let her fall behind. I agreed, saying that I would take good care of her and let her rest assured. Deep down, teachers are snobbish, and they all prefer those children who study well. I arranged a better seat for this beautiful little girl, and told her grandmother’s words to the children in the class. My classmates also liked this new classmate very much. When class was over, I saw a girl holding the child’s hand playing out. I felt a lot relieved in my heart. It seemed that the child could soon integrate into this group, and I hope she can be as excellent as always. The girl did her homework very well and listened carefully in class, but she didn’t like to show herself. When the children in the class answer questions in class, they often have small hands and shout loudly: teacher, I say, I say! She never did this and was too lazy to raise her hand. There are always shyness and timidity in the eyes. Sometimes I can feel that she will, just don’t want to say it. Once, when answering a slightly difficult question, two children didn’t answer it well. In order to encourage the new girl, I said: let’s ask Yan Yuqi to answer this question, I hope her answer is correct and loud. Yan Yuqi was a little embarrassed, but she stood up and answered that question. As I hoped, the voice was loud and the answer was correct. I felt more fond of this child. Not only did I answer the question without hesitation, but also my voice was very sweet. I praised her and let the children give her warm applause. Yan Yuqi’s small face blushed, but his face was full of happiness. In the following days, she often raised her hand boldly to answer questions. No matter what kind of children, they need praise and encouragement in the process of growing up. I remember that there is a couplet saying: if you say you can do it, you can do it. If you say you can’t, you can’t, you can’t. If this couplet is used on teachers, it is better to take only the first half of the sentence, and don’t use the second half. It is terrible. I got a lot of inspiration from Yan Yuqi. If a child is excellent in the teacher’s eyes, she will gradually become excellent; If a child is hopeless in the teacher’s eyes, then the child may have difficulty in making progress. Because he couldn’t read affirmation and encouragement from his teacher. Therefore, in the future work, if every child is regarded as excellent, there must be more excellent children. Therefore, in class, I began to capture every child’s progress, and I would give praise when I had the chance. My classroom atmosphere became more and more active. I saw the happiness and joy of progress on my child’s face. I firmly believe that these children in our class will definitely become excellent. I am working hard and looking forward to it. 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…

Rain

When listening to the rain, you can open the window as you like, let the rain fly, wet your long hair, wet your heart, and dye your fingers with tassels. The rain is light and elegant, and the sound of rain is refreshing and attractive. Didi Dada is the communication between heart and rain, and the attachment of heart to rain, which is like fog and dew, stirring people’s heart. We can listen to the rain lightly and put our thoughts into the rain calmly, which is as delicate as the curtain in front of the window blown by the wind, so graceful and graceful. Rain, silk, wisps, fluttering, comfortable and light. Cantabile such as V. It captures a little Leisure, a little crazy, a little intoxicated! Listening to the rain is very simple, you can have no heart and no lung, you don’t have to think about anything, you just watch silently and listen quietly; Listening to the rain, you can have time to sort yourself out, looking back at the past like smoke, see a real self clearly; Listen to the rain, you can enjoy the clear feeling of drifting away calmly; Have a quiet and elegant mood, and think of a name lingering in your dreams, write a tender and beautiful poem; Listening to the rain is like life, following the nature, following the fate, and sharpening the countless fleeting years with the temperament. In the purple mist-filled life, we are always in a hurry, busy and complaining. In fact, we can relax ourselves inadvertently, let nature take its course and give ourselves some time, I am afraid that it is just a few minutes, watching the breeze rippling, watching the green and red flowers in the drizzle, wearing rhyme and beads, who dares to be more charming than thousands of charming? In fact, life is really beautiful, but in our constant pursuit, we have lost a kind of leisure and leisure, and lost the space for ourselves to flow. If we enjoy the gifts from nature to the fullest, it will make people charming and charming, and wave of amorous feelings will be exiled with the rain. I got graceful, quiet, cozy and sweet from it. Listening to the rain, it is very beautiful, mottled years, charming Tang poetry small building listening to spring rain overnight, selling apricot flowers in the deep alley of Ming dynasty has sweet extravagant hope, and the joy of blooming flowers; Listening to the rain, it is so sweet, the most beautiful, the poet Du Fu wrote in {happy rain on spring night}: good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. The verses that sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. When there is rain, hope can be harvested; When listening to the rain, there are also melancholy of missing, sadness and confusion, a misty rain, helpless flowers fall with the rain, and the land is colorful and painful, evoke dust deep shallow cuts, Dream Millennium. When listening to the rain, you can listen to it at will without considering the time and geographical location. You can listen to it in the rainy morning; You can listen to it after the rainy dusk; You can also listen to it in bed at midnight when it rains. A cup of tea noodles window alone and living far away, misty rain, lingering sound, looming, like fairyland, listening to the rain at this moment, heart charming and tactful, unable to speak; you can invite three to five friends to drink tea and chat under the pavilion while listening to the rain. The sound of laughter and rain is happy, and friendship is like a trickle, flowing; You can also stand in front of the flowers with a cloth umbrella or listen by the river, just so leisurely and gently, the mood is as soft and charming as rain, elegant, quiet, calm and calm. Look at the pure rain. It will make people unconsciously dance with the romantic love of rain and the lingering love of poetry. There are countless literati and moguers in the world who like to write the tender days and the crazy rain into the gentle and gentle words, and they are lingering and intoxicated with them! Open your heart and listen to the rain. It is pure, beautiful and beautiful. Let your heart enjoy the poetic and picturesque beauty of the rain environment; Let the dream fly and feel the romance or freedom in the rain. Listening to the rain is just like reading a prose poem, and the gentle feelings are fragrant; Listening to the rain is just like listening to a song, and the relaxed heart is quietly calm; The missing is repeatedly rippling; Listening to the rain is just like watching the clouds and clouds, the elegant tenderness is free, and you can’t help forgetting the restlessness and noise of the secular world, and harvest a beautiful and pure world; You can be bohemian; You can be arrogant, why not do it? It is a kind of calmness; A kind of state of mind; A kind of free and easy; You can do whatever you want, let nature take its course, listen to the unrestrained wind, listen to the rain softly, no matter how vicissitudes of the world of mortals, as time goes by, how much sadness or hesitation will be washed by this elegant and indifferent atmosphere, rendered without trace and gone. It looks like an extreme ink painting with endless charm, which makes people stop looking back for a long time. Listening to the rain, it was so beautiful, as if the strings played by a shy girl were singing softly, telling the lingering past; Who was meditating silently in the rain, picking up the lingering memory? Who is sighing the amorous feelings of the rain beating plantain, which makes people lose control and sentimental? Who is wandering and waiting for the girl with oiled paper umbrella in the deep Alley, who is as sad as lilac? Who can’t help letting the elegant and gentle ink fragrance fly? Who is looking for the lonely back in the rain? Not clear, said unknown. Does this exquisite rain also want to have a bright sunny day, otherwise how could it be so colorful? In the romantic rainy season, listening to the rain is graceful, and you are silent, feeling, it is really beautiful! 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…

Walking in March of fireworks

Walking in March of fireworks, I opened the scroll of time by accident. The spring breeze of time gently passed through the corridor bridge of memory, gently stroking my tender and water-like thoughts and curling my feelings of totem, seductive with the wind, graceful with the flowers, indescribable lingering, layered and overlapping. Walking on the march of fireworks, the ancient poem says: the rain on the street is as smooth as crisp, and the grass color is close but there is no; The apricot flowers are wet with the clothes, and the wind of blowing noodles does not contain willows —– the drizzle in, sometimes it was patter and trickle, and naturally revealed the tactful, free and elegant like clouds, without fetters or irritation, just like that, like smoke and fog, which mischievously wet the hair of pedestrians, wet the petals, wet the roof, —– follow the tip of the hair, the tip of the leaves and the eaves slowly, moistening every corner, elegant and calm, just like a soft and gentle song, sing softly and tirelessly. It took two or three days to see the pavilions and pavilions from a distance. The misty rain was hazy, like a mirage, looming, looking close like silk, like needles, densely woven, everything in front of me was blocked in the misty rain, dreamlike. The continuous spring rain quietly pushed away the window of the soul, moistened our mottled souls, enriched our sentimental feelings, and did not know who would wet a blind dream? Walking in March of fireworks, birds and flowers are everywhere, the sun is warm, and the mood is also warm, like flowers blooming, the spring breeze is warm, touching people’s bones are crisp, there is no indifference and desolation in winter any more. The emerald green in the eyes is occupied by prosperity. The green mountains and rivers are rippled with Green Mood. They stick to the landscape and fall in love at first sight. A plain pen is flowing with a trickle of words, elegant poetic seduction, touching the softness of the heart, dense warmth —– walking in March of fireworks, grass grows and warblers fly, green willows contain smoke, peach blossoms bloom, Poetry Cloud: peach blossoms bloom first when spring is warm, who doesn’t think it’s bright. It is a pity that the wind blows behind, and the dark red pieces are dotted with Berry Moss. And a poem Late Spring san yue day heavy three, spring peach blossom full exorcising tan. Guangle winds up and down in the sky, and the fairy boat shakes in the mirror. Peach blossom is seductive, and March is like a poem. It is an affectionate season. It is the Ferris wheel that rotates to the highest point of happiness, pulling a ray of sunshine and flowing the most beautiful moment at the fingertips, revealing infinite excitement. The heart is like a free and easy flowing cloud, smiling to the wind and dust, smiling to the flowers, a touch of tenderness, thousands of long. Walking in March of fireworks means walking into the hometown of poetry and the paradise of dreams. The misty rain, the catkin, the pleasant scenery of lakes and mountains. The field, the village, the Shaohua in the streets. Everything is the harbor of tender emotions. From ancient to modern times, how many literati and movers, how many tourists, March, travel, golden season, spring is warm and flowers bloom, weather and location, carry bags, travel with spring, Leshan play with water, visit historic sites; Wear bamboo sea; climbing high mountains; Tasting farmhouses; Choosing calm and quiet, staying away from the noise of the city, tasting the mountain life of the ancient roads of the old villages, maybe having the petty bourgeoisie sentiment of the small towns, enjoying the beauty of the nature leisurely, let yourself understand the sound of the sea, the rhyme of the mountain, the light of Buddha and the singing of flowers. I have learned what tea culture, water culture and farming culture are —- a grass and a tree, a sand and a stone; A flower and a fruit, a person, a lifetime, a world, walking is happiness, and seeing is mood, the bottom of my heart is full of pure feelings, the sky is high and wide, and I have no desire or desire. Now, I like one sentence most: life is like a journey, and I don’t have to care about the destination, what I care about is the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. Fireworks March, fireworks rain Alley, fireworks bright, light taste of life, laugh at the worldly wisdom, everything is light and light. March is quiet and elegant, with small bridges and flowing water, words and swallows murmured, and poems on the ground make people forget to leave. Walking slowly on the sunny Riverside in March, gently folding a wicker and bending it into a yearning, with my dream, swaying in the morning sun, crazily in the sunset glow of sunset, or in the misty rain, the heart touched by the dream, drunk in the sweet State of flowers and butterflies all over the sky, fresh and elegant, looking at the smoke curling from the kitchen, the spring is thick, the spring flowers are bright, as if a pair of ink painting with heavy makeup and light wipe is suitable, mysterious and colorful. Walking in March of fireworks, you can abandon some concerns as you wish and gain a sense of innocence; You can forget some melancholy and have a sense of indifference, which makes complexity and simplicity, prosperity and lightness, because in March, the breeze is blowing, the skirt corners are flying, the fragrance is full of sleeves, and all the way is fragrant. In the sentimental eyes, you read a poem and dream for thousands of years. Maybe in the shadow of your travel, you still have the fragrance of peach blossom when you return, whose eyes will be intoxicated? Whose heart will be seductive? In March, there are spring breeze, drizzle, fragrant flowers, hope, dream, tenderness of Tang poetry, graceful and restrained Song poetry, Heaven on Earth, beautiful, full of ink fragrance, shallow poetic charm, I am charming by wind, drunk by rain for wine in March of fireworks, let the dream blossom happily——- Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…