Cloudy style

The rain fell, and there was no sign in the Sunny Sun. Light and Light, unconsciously slowed down the rhythm of the heart. I like cloudy days, simple style, graceful sadness, looking at the sky, thinking of a quiet place left behind. Whenever I look at the sky, I no longer like to talk. Just like that, I always perched in the curtain of rain. It becomes a habit to listen to music and read books alone at the corner of the window of the room. Casually ~ I like the paragraph of Guo Jingming very much: I am a child who would look up at the sky when feeling lonely, looking at the big sun, the big moon and the sore neck, eyes filled with tears. This is true. Good children don’t tell lies, but those things in my works, those things that look like illusions open in the water, they really don’t recall any more, and memory is not an excuse for sadness, it is not a way of comfort either, because no matter how many memories there are, they will eventually be wet by the rain and become a breeze. No longer sad, gloomy is not unique, let alone the seeds must be planted in sorrow. Just so down, down to no feeling, no hate, no injury, no feeling. Change, don’t do this anymore, start again, start again, start again ~ honestly, you can’t let go at the beginning, you can’t let go at the beginning, you really want to know you at the beginning, you really want…… I really want…… Maybe it has become empty ~ I forgot, I am very happy now, especially happy, so I can explain to myself over and over again. Sneer ~ it’s really not like this, damn it, still, still, still there. Let go, in the rain, understand, in the rain, put it down, when the rain falls, put you, this old good friend and me this second ago together in this summer, this rainy season, it is a cloudy day when gardenia blossoms. The weather is fine. I still like rainy season and cloudy days. I like listening to music and reading books at the corner of my room alone. The rain fell, the habit of burying memories fell, the clothes were wet, the heart was frozen, the rain fell, I changed my mind and left it, but the rain fell, with a brand-new me, it should not be the beginning, the beginning, neither the beginning nor the future. Seriously tell me what I only know ——— Xi I don’t believe, I can, it is not others but myself, this is the first and last time, all of which have not been done in the last second, finish, wait, firmly draw a full stop. One chance, one effort, and one try. You should understand that this is not a joke. Come on, smile again, and you won’t go back to the original point. The first start after the loss of memory, the rain fell, the same scene, the same place, the same environment, the same day, become me, change people, a brand new under the rain curtain after upgrading ~ pull up the corners of the mouth, gorgeous performance after farce! 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…

Home miscellanies

The small village in my hometown has a remote geographical location, which is far away from roads and railways. It is very inconvenient to travel, especially when the weather is windy and rainy, there are fewer people on the road, the inconvenient transportation leads to the block of news, and I know little about the world outside the small village. Before I went to Changchun, the provincial capital, I had only been to the county twice, let alone other big cities, the life in the city is far away and strange. The folks only work at Sunrise and rest at sunset every day, repeating the work of digging food in the soil. However, the folk customs here are simple and simple. As long as there is a big or small affair in one of the hundreds of households in the village, everyone in the village will help each other, and there will never be any cold-looking things happening, it shows the simplicity and mellow goodness of human nature in the uproar, and shows the love and warmth of life in your coming and going. Who has a bride? There are not only adults but also children like us who are the busiest. They are busy drilling in the crowd to find the best place to look for beautiful bride, after that, I was busy picking up firecrackers that hadn’t been exploded, and then I was busy looking for free tables to sit down. It was often that adults were about to sit down when they saw an empty seat. A child took the lead in charging and sat down first, also happy enough. At that time, there was nothing delicious in the wedding banquet. It was nothing but some sauerkraut, vermicelli, tofu and other meat dishes, such as rare chicken, and many potatoes and cabbages were put as side dishes, there was not a few pieces of meat in a bowl. My friends often argued about a piece of meat. It was not because people who did things were stingy, but because they were too poor at that time for more than eight years. The rice was just sorghum rice, and later in a few years, it was replaced by sticky rice stewed with yellow rice and rice. There was a nice name called Golden Rice, although it was a little shabby, however, there were also ways to live in poor days. Although these meals were rough and not rice flour, it was also a rare food in the eyes of children at that time. Everyone could eat several big bowls as if they were rushing to eat. For those bullshit kids like us, the most desired thing is home visitors (reading Qiqin). At this time, no matter how difficult the family is, they will try every means to make some dishes and get some good food, when I was young, I always heard my mother say: don’t eat all the good things, and leave some hospitality. We often complain that my mother is stupid and has good things for others to eat. When people came, there was nothing delicious at home. It was nothing more than frying an egg, frying potato shreds, and flipping some cakes. At that time, the living standards were almost the same, and the guests wouldn’t think the meals were simple and crude. The whole family could not eat it, but Grandpa accompanied the guests to eat and drink, and the rest were all for us. The adults could not move, the bottom of the pot was scalded with big porridge, and some big corn flour pancakes left for breakfast were put on it, the rest of the white flour cakes, a little eggs and potato shreds were as good as a gluttonous feast. Now the aftertaste is still fragrant. Another advantage of visitors is to buy wine and make them jealous. My six aunts have six uncles. My father, as the eldest son, lives with my grandparents every new year or every day, when the girl’s uncle came to visit her parents, she must also eat at home. There were many guests coming and sending to her home. When the aunts who were good at drinking arrived, her mother would take out a few dollars from the bag in the cabinet, take the glass bottle and ask us to go to the supply and marketing agency to drink. As usual, we ordered to buy sugar with the remaining few cents. On the way back, we carried the bottle with sugar in our mouth, that was the happiest day for our brother and sister. I remember that one year, there was something to do to invite the village secretary to dinner. The family killed a chicken and stewed noodles with chicken. It had not been cooked yet. The smell was so fragrant. We were all circling around the pot, my father asked my mother to serve us some food first. My mother sighed and said that there were only two dishes added with fried cabbage slices. I was afraid that it was not enough to eat, and they would eat after the guests finished eating. As a result, the secretary, the third uncle invited to accompany the guests, and grandpa, Grandpa basically didn’t move Chopsticks. After eating, there was only a plate of noodles left. Mom gave it to us to eat. It was really delicious, now I remember that I still have endless aftertaste, and now I often cook chicken noodles at home, but I can’t eat the taste of that year. Through the route of examination, our brother and sister have been in the city for many years now, and our grandfather and father have also passed away. Our mother and our family of three live together. Although we can’t say that we are rich and expensive, we have enough food and clothing, but every time I recall the small village in my hometown, the past is still yesterday. There are often paintings lingering in my mind and calls lingering in my ears, as if staying in the hometown more than 20 years ago and finishing a day’s work, the village after dinner brought heavy soil flavor and the warm taste mixed with cow dung, horse manure and pig manure fermented by the breeze. Every household was lighting up, women sit on the kang with soles or old clothes, while children lie down on the table of the Kang and write homework. Next to them, they often lie in a lazy cat with half-open and half-closed eyes, in the firewood in the corner, from time to time, there came a dog barking. The cattle and horses in the fence were eating grass. The cattle and horses kept swinging when they were eating grass. They often made a loud sound, breaking the scenes of life in the quiet hometown of this moonlit night, it seems that I am still around, which is really memorable and fascinating. Hometown is mother’s nagging full of love. Hometown is the smoke from the old house Dancing With The Wind. Hometown is father’s slap in the face of Truant. Hometown is the green rustling green gauze tent on the field, hometown is the old house covered with dust in my memory. Hometown is the grasshopper cage made of wheat straw carried by the urchin in his hand. Hometown is the laughter of neighbors squatting at the entrance of the village with bowls, my hometown is my mother’s exhortation and care before leaving. It snowed and it got cold. I just wanted my hometown. The hometown in my memory was as warm as spring. The new year is coming, and the festival is coming, I just want my hometown, where there are red lanterns and round days. Although the old houses in my hometown have been changed for many years now, and the relatives and friends in my hometown are far away from their homeland, although there is still no big change in my hometown, without the beauty and wealth of other places, but my hometown, it is still the resting place of my soul when I return from my midnight dream, and the spiritual home that I am always worried about. Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Notes of summer work (1

Who made the heart-inch grass, at a three Chunhui. Forget that put up the strain in a white stained layers of silver; Not forget that day and night waiting for infection deep folds; Not forget that Mimi of sentence and care; forget that feared delay return thick injury worry; Forget West under the setting sun elongated father figure; Not forget that cold wind blown Mother of Tears; My hero faces, footprint floating horizon, I thought I have grown up,-in parents’ eyes, forever but is merely a child. And fathers, and human nature also, although sometimes insignificant filled with growth of bitterness, can be excited mood like bottomless pit, once fall, unable to extricate themselves. So, summer, I decided to work. Early twenties, full of sap, arrogant, all day with home recharge live, very funny, very helpless, contradiction impact thoughts of miscellaneous. This world of cattle many, too bad we all not, more mundane men set up social skeleton, but cast others peak fortress, hit missed heart possession unwilling. We thirst for independence, eager to be attention, desire wide sea diving, Sky. But, campus strong walls like a shielding, hard to find both worlds balance, academic career are sleepwalking, don’t know next stop would be in the will unfold the soul-stirring, or ordinary. Throbbing, belongs to millions of ordinary people, looking for, only as out life in Ring of overdraft. Summer vacation, student most long free years. As a child, it is game of heaven, there lived carefree, with laughter, has with ERA nothing relationship. Older it was curled up of bullring, despite years of passion burning, can only look over it, and injury fireworks easy cold, responsibility, expose the Tau Kok. And now, it is split overspread a loss, forgotten naive children selfless drunk passion, remove the People’s Education Press heavy parcel. If adult ceremony for myself, too superficial, I decided to find the so-called value and meaning. Like survival rules, now sweat than after tears to more really, I run deals, so all marched to the temporary workforce. Don’t like a series scenario, to because it just assumption. Excellent military strategist he need a military map, but it is not just a military map, like heart on hope, sometimes need to with both hands to kind sowing. Like something, I will ways to get it, like like a person, will make her understand. Since to jump off young yoke, I choose eager, choose a person’s journey, not don’t want to be help and companionship, just think it’s only grow. I to walk alone in job centres, job fair, decision’s get so-called work experience and social this big vat, although iceberg, but this is my purpose. Ideal company, this loneliness actually also not alone. A independent young man look like? Is this what I think most, I with home said school organize internships, tube and board, summer not go home. This white lie indeed touch hearts edge ball, sometimes guilty of this, but afterwards always find many reasons unconditional forgive myself, in fact I Chinese most Youth Growth views have great views, when this happens in my body, I England out do and many similar things. As an adult, to understand your responsibilities, and not all talk. Although we’re not be social captive, but competence, I still don’t want life such as stagnant water General of quiet. To home aging parents, for that restless youth of heat, for that young and frivolous a persistent, a belief, a desire, I’m not ready, but mind into the footprint of bright. So, I took a young domineering, fearless of wild, open the summer of earning a living for himself tour. Summer job chronicle of (ii) looking for huge school like war after and breeds, lifted up his eyes and visual, coming and going of footprint and few. Roommates all went home to enjoy warm, stroll in sun baking under campus Avenue, I not a student, but like a lost of people in the bitter looking for, nobody cared, no one pay attention to, the taste of loneliness as if is such. However, heavy shoulder will only increase walked and sonorous, through of the dead of the floor, across dark trail, my footprint buried in the hot wind, History of hissing in. I went through school bulletin board residues information,-each phone call past are euphemism declined, good easy to contact on several tutor are to charge high fees, watched his only 200 dollars, I smile not language. I from Heart exclusion that sell their strength to gain his living practices, otherwise how good about ten years of hard, I still think so, this trouble and so Vanity was soon skinny reality-click crushing, time of day, doomed no fruit. Go back to a person of the dormitory, I don’t complain of his situation and produce it, I believe, as long as hope also not dashed have achieve possible. Everyone expects it like water falls boat low, as long as touch survival test, what Impossible Will possible. Early in the morning, I decided to go outside to see if you can to capture what information, in addition to restaurants and in the ktv waiter, only those handyman industry, in short, inseparable from two words Services. Were negated by sunlight bleaching the yellow recruitment Enlightenment deception are somewhat sympathetic, but that bright serving ads so high-sounding standing there lied to my this people look for it young, on some people hateful, not hiring the also stood why! I kicked it kick fly, then hurried disappear, like a uprooted, curled up at the bottom of society, no light. Finally, or a nose of gray back to the dormitory, dark yellow light in my tired body, until woke up the next morning, I found that your sleeping position should be so ugly. Sometimes just think, insomnia treatments, fatigue is not also can count a? I’m not not look there formal small companies and factories, but most of the results are no summer job, plus unlucky year, economic crisis of bleak as if has not dispersed, whole China, I believe is not as much as before with other people’s money to pastime idler. Work experience I no, degree I not graduating, lack day, lack location, lack and, as his fly, drag not of a grain of rice weight, only know incitement fragile wings for no reason fly. Results is or no results, I went to my room and open computer, immersed in stop flashing QQ hearty in. A net friend offered me help, in playground part-time waiter, treatment a month yi qian, tube and board, work Average time 5 hours outfit, the now of self is best! In two days, they really to hungry. Social or benevolent, after all, no me completely stifle, in give me cradle, also provide the space to grow-watching you scratch yourself don’t scratch of live that hidden straw. When elite education became today’s mass education, no reason, no judge history of right and wrong, sometimes, only try to do, is the most sensible living way. I went to an amusement park field trips, find the personnel department of Zhang manager, I said he was just a poor young man, need a job to support myself. He kindly first Chinese college students full batch a meal, then encouraged me to is sufficient to work than those inconsistent in fact of college students strong, heart like a spilled bottle Gomi, complex. I Vivian of in comparison of the front this wear of a nose with eyes of boutique men, signed up after on a hastily left. When I went back to the dormitory, I was thinking about manager Zhang’s words. The attitude of disdaining college students made me feel sick. Although the fact was true, at least I was on campus now, this and not pointing nose scold oneself. Somehow work are covered, I nor his words have been to heart, after all, this is not their current focus. I packed my own dress, hope tomorrow can have a good start, although just a life of work, but also have to hard to treat. Night, still past quiet, none but the Lonely Soul in the dark for a long time can not bear to sleep… Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…