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I took seven days off and went back to my hometown. Six days at home, very hard, but also very fulfilling. At 7 o’clock every morning, I will definitely be awakened by my mother and grandmother standing at the door on time. When I got up, my dad had already driven the tiller I just bought this year to the ground. In company was working in, every morning in a comfortable bed to 8.2 ten leave warm bed, every day at noon can also was an hour-and-a-half lunch break time. I feel bitter and tired when I go to work, and when I return home, I deeply feel that my family is more bitter and tired at home. All the scenery I am familiar with in my hometown always makes me fall in love. I like the new green branches and green leaves of all kinds of fruit trees. They shook in the wind, like little arms of children waving to me constantly, welcoming my return with all kinds of enthusiasm. When my mother and I went to harvest wheat, there were many aunts next door working in their own fields. I couldn’t help taking photos with my mobile phone, taking photos of my mother bending down to cut wheat, and taking photos of the children with dark faces and small hands covered with mud in the arms of the aunt next door on the ridge. Walking on the road of the village, seeing the houses constantly renovated and rebuilt by the villagers and the vehicles passing by me hurriedly, I am happy with the living conditions of the villagers in recent years. The villagers described a new article of hometown with their hardworking hands. Last night, my mother went to the village leader’s home to attend the meeting held in the village. This morning, my family said happily: The village has won new construction projects this year. Government subsidies make every family in the village need to paint walls, renovate pig houses and build roads. This makes me feel that in recent years, in our rural areas, what is more comfortable and warm than the wind in spring and the sunshine in summer is the national policy towards our rural areas. When I was working in the field, my sight was locked by an ancient well near the field. Previously, it was an old well that did not know how to feed several generations in the village. Once, the edge of the old well was so busy that women, old and young, who were carrying water formed a long queue early in the morning. In the first two years, water pipes were set up in the village, which were attracted by villagers from the deep mountains and flowed into the courtyards of every household. Therefore, the ancient well in front of me became silent. The wellhead was covered with weeds, and the water remained at the bottom of the well was bronze Duckweed. There was not even a tadpole in the water. My hometown is becoming more and more beautiful. The mountains are greener and the water is more beautiful. But the number of people I know is gradually decreasing. The middle-aged people of their parents grew sporadic white hair one after another. The generation of grandpa and grandma have stumbled, while some have returned to the West with cranes. Every time I go home, I always like to sit quietly on the stones at the entrance of the village, watching the scenes of the children in the village when they go to school and return from school. Although I don’t know most of those lovely red scarves, their childlike game is a beautiful scenery in my eyes. Children are the future builders of my hometown, and vigorous children are the future appearance of my beloved hometown. 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…

Slaughterhouse

The hot air in the sauna room almost suffocated me, and I ran out after five minutes. Dry and vomit a few times. Others did not show much care. The master who rubbed his back had a tiger back and a bear waist, his boxer pants were naked, his shoulder was covered with a dark blue towel, and a pair of big hands with bath towels rubbed repeatedly on the other person’s back, it makes a sanding sound. I suddenly felt very arrogant. The mirror image in front of me made me feel that it was the butcher’s last step to clean the beast before he slaughtered the beast, and the sweat of beans dropped from his face, he dropped on the person who closed his eyes and enjoyed it, but he didn’t know it at all! Everyone was cleaning by themselves, very quiet except for the sound of water. If the people who were rubbed back were the first group of people who were slaughtered, then what about us? Was it the second batch? Whether self-cleaning is just delaying the time of being slaughtered, the ending is inevitable. I suddenly felt that this quietness was a little strange, because they didn’t resist the known ending, or they didn’t know it at all. I thought it was a favor to myself! Next door is the slaughterhouse, and the exit leads to there. There must be blood smell in the air, even the scorching heat. 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…

She, I

After breaking away from childhood and rushing to the adult world in a hurry, the memory of childhood became more and more vivid, even the beating, tears and loneliness that no one knew at that time, you can tell people around you again and again with a smile. I remember that when I was a child, I liked to throw firecrackers during the Spring Festival, although I was scolded every year. At that time, I didn’t understand why adults didn’t like us to set off firecrackers, saying that it was too noisy, I am one by one, only one sound at a time; Saying that it was too loud, how could there be a silent artillery battle; he said it would hurt people. I am not a bad guy. I will get out of the way when people come. This is clearly that adults deliberately find fault. Now I think I was really angry and ridiculous at that time. Children are always noisy and lovely. For example, this downstairs is shouting his name towards a family upstairs at the top of his voice. It turns out that the fixed sentence patterns, such as playing in XX and coming down in XX, have been used till now. I remember that when there were many people in the past, we all shouted by division of labor. She would not care about making any noise, nor would she expect to call others to come down. Even if they lived on the first floor, they would not go in and knock at the door. They all grabbed the window and looked inside while calling, anyway, there is only one way of communication. My purpose was very simple. She wanted to have fun in the bombardment. Obviously, she wanted to call the one upstairs down. Then why can’t I find someone to shout like him now? Why don’t I dare to fire now? Is it really because it is impolite to quarrel with others? Or is it because I have carried too much and lost my true courage? Children always feel that the world of adults cannot be understood, because adults are too rational and complicated. Children’s purity and kindness always quarrel with them. Their hearts are so quiet that they are too sensitive to tolerate any noise. Every time I saw a group of children running past me with fun and pushing, I couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed. I miss myself, who was also unknown in those years, but I couldn’t take off my high heels and throw away my leather bag to join them and run with them. Children, can you know how beautiful you are? If you smile, the sun will shine! 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…

Walking is a lantern, waiting is a hole

These days, my heart was quite restless, and I knew it was time for me to save myself. I always had this habit a long time ago, maybe because I was busy recently, maybe because of the fetters of life, I forgot this habit… Today is the end of the year, and I should clean up the dirt in my heart. In the more than 360 days of this year, those who went went went and those who came; What did they do in the process of going? At this moment, I know I need to be calm and think about my life calmly… In the days of escaping and flying, some may just sigh and sigh: sad for wasting time, sigh for ignorance and naivety, and sigh for life for nothing… Waste and waste are not my style, catering and waiting are not my personality, you should know that walking is a lantern, waiting is a hole… In the coming 2012, remember what you should remember and give up what you should give up. If you give up, you will get something. After all, God will open another window for you when he closes a door for you. Pray for a better tomorrow in 2012!! 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…