You have to understand my delivery

Anxiety and hesitation are all confessed to you, and I want you to take responsibility for me. You must know that it was the most mighty and heavy delivery in my life. Because I believe in you. And I think the time I spend on you will be my whole life. Ricci 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…

Near scenery

On Sunday, the autumn wind is cool, and the golden chrysanthemum is fragrant. It has been rainy for several days, and now it is sunny, the temperature is pleasant, there is no sun, and it is suitable for traveling. Without surfing the Internet, I drove through the suburb of Pudong to the countryside. Open the window slightly, let the cool wind blow through the hair tip, and gently touch the skin through the pores. It feels really good. The green crops in the field and the fruits on the branches in the orchard gave me a heavy sense of satisfaction, while the vast wilderness was like a deep sorrow, 1.1 point latent to heart, become the fall of background. When passing through those busy fields and villages, the mood is always the unspeakable emotion. I like those fields full of crops, the gentle and bright sunshine, and the sound of rustling when wheels run over the road. A magpie with a long tail flew past. Several tired old cows came over and pulled a tractor full of stalks to the main road from there. The lush trees along the road, tall branches, green leaves, Big Pink, white, yellow flower clusters compete for dazzling; Take a deep breath of fresh air, breeze blows, the dry and fragrant air is mixed with a hint of fragrance of wild flowers. A large area of dense bamboo forest appeared in front of us. The bamboo is green, and its root is strong and straight, and it goes straight into the sky. Stop the car and walk into the bamboo forest, touching the smooth and bright trunk of the oil, as if walking into the painting, looking up at the sky, a white cloud hanging in the blue sky. Relaxed and comfortable. Through the bamboo forest, there is a small and exquisite stone arch bridge across the two sides of the river in front of a curved river. There are several suburban farmers on the bridge, several low houses under the bridge, and an old couple is winding leisurely, there is a happy smile on my face. There is a sense of elegance in the water village in the scenery, and a layer of simplicity and ancient meaning is added. Climb up the stairs and sit down on the pier. Looking at clear water. The sun shines on the river, sparkling, as if entering a dream world. Near dusk, a round and big sunset was hazy, as if there was a layer of mist, and as if there were light smoke floating. Fields, villages, rivers and stone bridges are lined with high blue sky and white clouds with extraordinary elegance, which is really like a beautiful ink painting. See sunset 1.1 point sink. The wind blows from behind, with the peculiar mud flavor of autumn, blowing from behind, blowing away my exhaustion. People often complain that there are no places of interest here, but I always feel that beautiful scenery can be seen everywhere. In fact, there is no lack of places of interest in Pudong. There are artificial Oriental Pearl and expo halls, and there are also many natural ones. One of my classmates lives in Jinan, but he has never climbed Qianfoshan. When she asked her why, she was very strange: So Broken Mountain, what is there to climb? If you want to climb, you have to climb Mount Huangshan or Emei. Coincidentally, there was a friend from Jiujiang who had only been to Mount Lu once. He said: Mount Lu is right there. Let’s talk about it when we are in a mood or free time. Can not help but am dumb. Maybe the distance produces beauty, or the nearby scenery, because of familiarity, there is no distance, but it is vague, losing the proper judgment, as if turning a blind eye after aesthetic fatigue. Under such circumstances, if you have been in Huangshan or Emei for a long time, you will not feel beautiful. Maybe life is too busy, so I forget to look up around. I don’t know when the leaves turn yellow and green, and it will not produce any emotional changes for the tiny clouds in the sky or the ripples in the pond. This kind of dullness of perception has become the leaf that blocks the window of mind. There are also those who walk forever, who are full of desire for wandering around the world alone, but have no time to take care of the scenery around them. In fact, no matter how far or near you are, as long as you walk in, landscape can cultivate and comfort you. In fact, everything has nothing to do with the landscape. If this heart is carefree everywhere, a tree will also become a landscape, and a piece of grass is the world. I didn’t understand it before. I always thought that the most beautiful scenery was far away. If it was too close, there would be no scenery. I admired the distant mountains and believed that only keeping a distance could I not lose the scenery in my eyes. Being too close and knowing too much often disappointed. Now I understand that the scenery around me can also be beautiful. It will not let you go just like those places of interest, just like a pilgrimage; It is waiting there silently, just like waiting for a tacit understanding and mutual understanding. I was not surprised when I met him. It seemed that everything was doomed; If I missed it, I would know there would be another chance. You can’t be too deliberate or forced to find the beautiful scenery around you. Where you stop, the scenery remains in your heart, but in other people’s eyes, it may be plain; Similarly, even the places of interest have become like fairyland in countless descriptions, if you can’t find the feeling that fits deep in your heart, you may also go to the famous mountain and return empty. I also thought, where is the scenery? What you see in your eyes is not your own heart! Even if it was the same Yueyang Tower, the sad people seemed to be full of sensual rain, while the people who were satisfied with it would inevitably be jubilant when facing the wind. After all, there are only a few sages who can not be pleased by things or sad by themselves. After reading 24 poems, I like the scenery description most. The literati who appreciated the rain hut, the quiet people who read poems without hats, were willing to go down and down. They didn’t have a word, and they were all romantic. Like the light of chrysanthemum, like the bright beauty full of peach and plum, I teach you to think over and over again, the flowing water today, the predecessor of the bright moon. There is a feeling of long-lost, waiting for a detailed search, but in the memory of the disappeared, waving has been violated. My generation of laymen can only sigh the fallen flowers and grieve the passing water, which is also caused by their temperament and is understandable. Therefore, just sigh gently and say: if you are the tree, the mountain, or the peach blossom forest, the grass, please wait for me, I will definitely come not in the afterlife, but in this life. 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…

Blades of time

These days, I am spent in confusion, anxiety and confusion. I don’t know how I became like this? Maybe I am is really sick! Maybe I am have experienced too many vicissitudes of life, maybe nothing. I constantly affirm and deny myself. In the silent night, my wandering soul is still walking lonely in the wilderness of time. I have experienced more and more deeply that I am a little strange to myself. I feel that the farther I walk away from myself, the deeper I am, or the farther I am pushed by the tide of time. I found that the old man of time played a fatal joke with me. In the long journey of life, life and death were always opposite to each other. And each of our flesh and blood lives in this eternal paradox. I know this is a fate that is hard to rewrite. But when will the edge of my thought lose its luster and edges when facing the sharpening of the sand of time? I don’t know. What I can know is that I am far away from my heart, betraying myself and walking towards the unknown and strange world. I stood against the wind in the wilderness of time. Some fragments of memory often scratched my heart and my no longer young face. I know that my blood is surging and my thoughts are heading. When the cards of life and destiny are no longer strange fans, I deciphered myself and life as well as the code of fate and life. People always rediscover and examine themselves at the moment they suddenly look back, and at the same time, they also examine our sad and happy life. A person always starts from the baby, stops and rests at the station of all life. At this time, the fragments of memory came like bees, and there was an overwhelming passion in a certain corner of the soul. I sing life in such a perfect way, and life is doomed to be imperfect. So we have pain and tears quietly. When all the storms calmed down, the days became Water. In the ordinary and peaceful life, one day I suddenly realized that no matter how light the water was, it would engulf people. Just like the water of time, it quietly encircles and devours our limited life. Looking back, you are far away from childhood, youth and youth, standing silently on another Highland, your figure is lonely and desolate. On the canvas of time, no matter the background color of your life is thick or light, it can’t stop you from going to the gloomy sunset, which is the reason why I am anxious and confused. I can’t stop being old. I must go to be old. But in the afterglow of the sunset, in what way should a singer’s lips jump out of Happy notes! I am not afraid of being old, and I am not afraid of eternal silence, but when I think of where my soul will be in decades? When such problems occur, the huge sentimental tsunami slaps my fragile heart! Am I really sick? Do I think too much? But in any case, the shadow of death prompted me to hurry up, chase or give up, which would make me fully enlightened, instead of being trapped in the mire of dreams, holding a fragile unreal flower and not letting go. What I can only face is walking and singing, and what I can only choose is to find signposts on thorns. This is the result of love and responsibility, and this is the inevitable flashing flower of speculation caused by the collision of life and death. Time is always irreversible. One cannot run ahead of time, and time is even more invincible and invincible. Realizing this, I have long been away from the feeling that I don’t know how to worry about young people. I am not young enough. The wrinkles on my forehead and countless silver hair remind me all the time. In my opinion, time is the most magical and cruel magic master in the world, which can turn a young man into a white-headed old man, it can make the young lady with all kinds of amorous feelings become a faltering Dragon Bell old woman. Facing the grinding of the sand of time, no one can dodge or escape. We can only be held by time to go on the road, looking, discovery and creation constantly create a spiritual home where you are no longer confused. Therefore, I am no longer confused, anxious and at a loss. Facing every glorious sunrise and sunset, I have every reason to revere and praise life. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…

Struggle and disillusion

It has been more than three years since I left the public office. When I was 58 or 59 years old, I always liked to weave colorful brocade. There were swimming dragons and phoenixes, birds and sunrise, and clouds, planning the life after retirement happily, trying to get rid of decades of fatigue and heavy burden to find back the tranquil inaction that should have belonged to him long ago. Reality and facts often run counter to each other. I didn’t expect that I still couldn’t jump from the old life track muddled after retirement. Those colleagues who had been thinking about retirement for many years with their fingers in their forties all whispered to me and felt funny. They even thought that I am the old thing that wanted money or not, which made me laugh and cry. I lived a life, but I really didn’t figure out whether I was an old Zhuang who did nothing or Confucius’s benevolence and morality; A head was filled with all kinds of moral concepts, mixed into a pot of porridge, muddled, he finished his career with a shake. I can’t tell whether it is my obsession with profession or what the famous poet Ai qingqizi murmured: Why do my eyes always contain tears? Because I love this land deeply or simply as some colleagues said, it seems reasonable that I love the dozens of Chairman Mao’s head portraits. So as soon as the retirement procedure was completed, my old horse was caught in the reins, and the owner was very familiar with it, letting me run on the familiar official road. Although it is said that the old horse knows the way, and also knows where I should pull the beautifully decorated carriage behind me, the laws of nature are irresistible, from small ants to large dinosaurs, they can’t escape aging, death or the fate of the whole species completely disappearing on our planet. As a result, my legs became more and more disobedient, and the muscles also lost tension. The horseshoe nailed under my feet seemed to fall off automatically, I often feel that there is a fish bone stuck in my throat which is neither stretching nor turning out of breath. I sweat profusely when I run a little faster. I finally understand what is beyond my ability. Different from the experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioners who are also called freelancers, we can sit on the comfortable cushion with silver beard and white hair, pinching the patient’s wrist with three fingers, looking, hearing and asking, it looks like an old God is here. However, I, an old man with 40 years of teaching experience, must squat on the same starting line with young people who just stepped out of college. In the PK of experience and energy, the former is often at a disadvantage, under the measurement of the ruler of exam scores, I am often inferior to those who are not wet behind the ears, which often makes me ashamed. I can no longer summon those lost lamb at the top of my voice, nor can I interpret the true meaning of “encouraging learning” with a magnetic voice, under the standard of new curriculum reform designed by experts in those study, I can’t even use singing and dancing to direct those young boys and girls who have been less than me for half a century, they can take delight in the plots of A Dream of Red Mansions and the romance of the Western Chamber that love to death, while those lingering love words have long gone away from me. It can be said that the surroundings of middle school students are all surrounded by the flood of love. The phenomenon of puppy love has shocked people, and no matter how powerful the fire team is, there is nothing to do. The soft love songs of popular singers are all stored in MP3, which has been popularized to almost everyone, compared with Teresa Teng’s songs which were said to be decadent in those years; the fashion magazines on the newsstand are either those solemn pledges of love or pure ones like Romeo and Juliet in modern times, or those words of glass of water and different thoughts; there are also those ugly pictures and videos on the Internet, which make them accept vivid sex education too early. Seeing all these things, it really makes people feel like a lifetime. We can no longer indulge ourselves in the Magic card worshiped by every family, nor can we be proud of the saying of a Q who is a teacher all day long and a father all the time. Put down your figure and walk down the altar which has not existed for a long time consciously. You are over sixty years old, and you have to make friends with your teenage students, or you will be picky in the regular academic survey, get a sad ending of being laid off and unemployed and losing your job. More than 40 years ago, I stepped on the road of teaching without hesitation in such a large city consisting of 72 crisscross roads, and I still do not regret it. However, any road has its end. If you want to walk down to the end, you can only hit the south wall with your head. Although I deeply love this land, it has to change its appearance and join the trend of the development of the times; A few portraits of Chairman Mao will not reduce our generation’s worship and love for leaders at all. Since wealth is not my wish, the imperial village cannot be expected., I just have to cherish the right time to go alone, or plant a stick to work. Deng Donggao wrote poems with Shu Xiao and Linqing flow. The. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…