Far wait-and-see

Years of vicissitudes. It has been four or five years since I bought a computer and learned to surf the Internet. Due to various reasons, I still belong to the primary stage when using computers. Over the years, I have learned to surf the Internet from scratch. Although many websites have been registered, there are still so many websites that can really surf the Internet frequently. Hunan Writers’ website is one of the websites that I pay most attention. My original intention of buying a computer was to pursue the dream I once had through the computer. I love pure literature, which has never changed. However, once a thinking mode is formed, it is difficult to change it temporarily. However, the environment in which I live is far from literature. I browsed some articles on the internet and found that many famous young writers in the Chinese literary world have attracted the attention of the literary world, and they are all in common, that is all the famous writers who were born in the second generation of literature or whose parents were famous in the literary world, or the families of cultural celebrities and literary masters who were born in several generations. Cultural celebrities and literary masters in Chinese history are either born in official families or famous families and scholars. Although in modern and contemporary literary circles, there are a few cultural celebrities and literary masters who are born in poor families or even illiterate families, there are special reasons. Most cultural celebrities and literary masters are born in rich families or official families, or literary families, or rich businessmen and Giants. I can’t help feeling ashamed. Now, it is the world of the strong. The so-called strong now refers to those successful figures with status, identity, position, prestige and wealth. It can be said that nowadays, the rich, celebrities, Masters, elites and stars have become the pronoun of the strong. Those successful figures or professional talents who have made achievements in learning and made certain achievements in society belong to the strong of the times. Those literary figures who have status, identity, influence, fame and economic strength in the literary world are strong. Those successful people who are famous on the internet and have money and become internet stars and rich people also belong to the strong. Hunan Writers’ website is a provincial official website led by the propaganda department of Hunan Provincial Party Committee of the Communist Party of China and hosted by Mao Zedong College of Literature of Hunan Writers Association. The management of Hunan Writers’ network are all influential writers in the literary world and successful figures with influence and achievements in literature. Most of the senior moderators of Hunan Writers’ website are writers or poets who have already succeeded in the literary world, and many of them are also local literary leaders. They either work in local literary journals, newspapers and magazines, engage in literary editing, or work in local Party and government organs, functional departments, cultural organizations, cultural institutions, cultural systems, literary and artistic units, engaged in cultural or literary leadership or management and other related work. They are not only local cultural celebrities and literary masters, but also influential cultural celebrities and literary masters in Hunan literary circles. However, I am the weak nobody who has nothing to do with culture and literature is not only on the edge, but also far away from the mainstream literary world, which is beyond reach. I can only stand far away and look up. I often publish some essays on the Internet, which are all from the true heart. Some people understand that they are kind-hearted and give encouragement and support, while others discriminate against each other with ulterior motives and sneer at each other. I knew it was cold and warm, and said nothing. 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…

Campus story

Who made a wonderful silhouette for the nursery of the soul with wonderful hands? Who spread gorgeous colors all over the campus? The sound of books is the charming music in the campus; Is that melody elegance from that person’s soul? There are countless birds singing in the bright spring, whose voice is a little immature but melodious; Herders are wandering in the barren countryside, and groups of lamb are praying for something with their blurred eyes? The young Shepherd threw the whip of wisdom to the sky on the grassland of the soul, trying to pull down the rainbow in the sky and give it to those lost lamb for appreciation, attempt to call the lost yearning and pursuit. Who brought delicious food and delicacies to the hungry intestines and stomach of hemiao? It only makes the young seedlings happy and melodious; The fields are full of clear glow but still floating with long lingering fragrance? When the sun shines on the fresh buds, the glittering Dew also shines, and a string of charming colorful halo flickering and colorful. The breeze blows through the fresh green leaves and laughs out the spring, determined to give summer a bright smile. The cool summer breeze gently blows the golden yellow of wheat waves. Roses will be released in June, and seedlings will give the herdsmen a satisfactory harvest in June, the children were humming the song of harvest in a relaxed mood, and the wind of summer night was blowing slowly on the white clouds with a beautiful muzzle. The bright moonlight spread all over the campus, and the ground was clear and blurred. The industrious herdsmen are still imagining for the next season, whether the grass there is rich and the water source is sufficient? Those little sheep have grown up in deep affection, and there are many little kids waiting for feeding, waiting for their parents’ instruction and nourishment blankly; The flowers bloom and fall will bloom again; The grass will bloom again when it is withered, the cycle of rising sun and falling moon is the time when herdsmen fight. Vicissitudes and wind and rain are full of poetry. They use their painstaking efforts to irrigate and nurture them with flesh and blood. The agitating youth has withered, the leaves of the little Miao are plump; The vigorous body is stagnant, while the little lamb is fat and strong. You are the shepherd, and I am also the shepherd. In spring, we will hear the story of the grass knot; In summer night, the breeze murmured the legend of the crow feeding back; In the mobile phone, we will receive a lot of warm blessings from time to time; In winter, there will be the enthusiasm of respecting teachers. The ugly ducklings of those years grew into today’s White Swan, and the young Poplar of those days had grown into a pillar. The Mansion of the Republic was on the sky, and the beautiful heart the White Swan was dancing by the lake. The beautiful girl of those years is now Haggard, but your heart is always full of clear Lily; The young man in those years has white hair now, but the joy of success makes your soul extremely satisfied. The campus is the beautiful prairie, the students are the hungry lamb; The classroom is the charming big garden, and the students are the fresh seedlings growing in the garden; You and I are the shepherds flying their ideals, the wisdom of the soul is the fragrance and delicacy that nurtures the growth of students; Then I am the gardener in the nursery, and the industrious sweat is the scissors that use love to repair branches, under our careful irrigation, the delicate seedlings, the music and beautiful melody of jointing sound and sound, burst out in the sun and in the light wind, and the attractive bright girl, do you regret when you are old? You said with a smile: What do you regret/? This is my original choice. I have no regrets. Young man, don’t you regret it? You said happily: I am willing to be a king of children, or can I be so optimistic and open-minded? I have no regrets Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

A you zi si xiang

Tree Crow, Bridges people, West Road thin horse. Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon. The language of Ma Zhiyuan’s Song Xiaoling of Yuan Dynasty is very concise. There are only 28 words in five poems, and only a few strokes draw a picture of wandering thoughts with sorrow overflowing, show the wandering Wanderer’s yearning for hometown incisively and vividly. It writes the autumn light and autumn color word by word, and it also writes the human feelings, dyeing the thoughts with autumn, and reflecting the autumn with thoughts. It tightly buckles the words of thinking, and expresses the loneliness of the fallen people in the end of the world implicitly and sincerely, depression and unfettered heartbreak. I sat alone in front of the window and read this song “The sky is clear and the sand is autumn” in this more quiet autumn night, immersed in the deep poetic and pictorial feeling. However, the melodious and touching song “homesickness” written by Schumann, the serene melody like sobbing and complaint, and the stirring and stirring music which was deeply, dignified and strong, so worried, trembling and burning in my heart for a long time. I stood alone in the deep desert of a foreign country, looking at the boundless hometown in the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River. The sky and the thick soil gave me not only a kind of kindness, there is also a kind of yearning that is hard to give up. My hometown is beyond thousands of mountains and rivers. The Sky is vast and distant. The Sunshine quietly shines on mountains, trees and rivers. A kind of profound loneliness and loneliness tightly held my heart. Living in a foreign land and living in a city under the strange sky, looking at the faces of different skin colors, I deeply miss the hometown and relatives that gave birth to me and raised me. Walking out of the plain land of the land of fish and rice, I staggered and set foot on the desert hinterland of other places, destined to be lonely and wandering in my life journey. The distance between thousands of mountains and rivers can make people walk for several years or a lifetime. As long as there is a road under my feet, I will go on forever. Although I lost my family affection and love for a while, I will not lose the beautiful scenery in my heart. Life is alive with wind and rain. Life is wandering, scenery is walking, but vicissitudes and experiences are harvested. A wandering person always has a thorough understanding. He is in a dream in a foreign land, looking for his own home, containing a sincerity to life, persistence and pursuit to life. The Wandering Journey of people far away from their homeland, the lights of exotic cities reflected my lonely feelings, and what I was facing when I was wandering away from home was that I had no relatives, no help, no language, the most exciting thing is that someone in the crowd can suddenly hear local accent on the street. I know that when a person comes to a strange country, his home is no longer a berth but a post station in his heart. I poured the hope of life and the pursuit of life into the wandering journey. I am a foreign guest alone in a foreign land, and I miss each other on festivals. Every late night, the bright moonlight shines on the head of the bed, I will lean against the night and look up at the sky, telling the homesickness of the travellers. I miss the blue waves and the morning mist lingering in my hometown, I miss the Dragon Mountain with numerous trees and plants in my hometown, the long corridor of Cao E river with deep winding paths and secluded flowers and beautiful trees, and the colorful pedestrian street of my hometown, everything in my hometown is printed in my heart. Homesickness is a kind of emotion deeply rooted in blood, which I cannot forget. Homesickness is a sad song, echoing in my heart forever 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…