Photo-evoke warm memories

In everyone’s heart, there will be a desire to leave traces in the years. When the long years are getting farther and farther, when the yellowed photos are listed in front of us, it is a sad look back, revealing the vicissitudes of happiness, every photo carries too much weight, just like the years in my heart. Through the traces of time left in different periods, reliving the passing tomb, a kind of warmth came to my heart. Open the photo album, photos of different periods appear in front of us, familiar smiles bloom in front of us, and a kind of happiness comes to my heart. Looking at the child, he had not only raised his head when he was in his infancy, but also played with his skin when he crawled, he was also cute when he was a toddler, and he also had the vigor when he was carrying a schoolbag. In primary and middle schools, he suddenly. A sense of pride overflows my heart. I saw myself grow up from a childish Taobao girl to a quiet student, then I joined the work later, and stopped working in different places with different colleagues, it seems that a picture of my life is displayed in front of me. There are photos taken in front of historical sites, bright smiles swimming in the sea, which are both joyful and a little sad, it was basically a true portrayal of the mood at that time, and some smiles were forced to smile. I recall some beautiful memories. I think that in the past decade or so, I have met so many colleagues in several work units. Now some of them go to other places (some go abroad, some go to other places), it is not easy to meet each other, which makes me not only sigh that it is really a fate to meet and work with the vast crowd of people! Some of them swam among green mountains and rivers, leaving their footprints in different cities, including Ningbo, Wuxi, Hangzhou, Shanghai and Luoyang. Enjoy the tour between famous mountains and rivers, Mount Tai, Yangtze River, Longmen Grottoes and Shanhai Pass. There are also some black and white photos, which record the traces of an era. Looking back at those years, I was so young and vigorous. Even though taking pictures in the same place, the scene is completely different, and I have truly realized the connotation that people can’t step into the same river twice. There are not only innocent childhood, childish teenagers, young, naive, mature, but also middle-aged people who gradually become mature. What remains unchanged is the years, and what changes is the appearance. Especially for the photos taken at the Shanghai World Expo, the bustling scene is still in my sight. With the scorching sun, the crowds of people and tourists, the Japanese Pavilion, the Saudi Arabia Pavilion and the British Pavilion seem to appear in front of us. There was also a big group photo at a meeting in other places, from all over the world, with different accents, gathered together in a group of people, a short-term reunion, and a permanent affection. Wandering in the Plum Garden in Wuxi when the peach blossom was blooming, soaking in Beidaihe in the hot summer, enjoying the red leaves in the mountains in the late autumn, and stopping in the Sun Island in the season of snow flying. Drifting, riding a horse, driving a boat, rippling among the green mountains and rivers, shuttling back and forth in the cold water cave. Breath heartily in the great forest of Changbai Mountain, stand on the top of Mount Tai, witness the magnificence of the Great Wall and the sparkling of Taihu Lake. Photos are also from black and white, colorful, to today’s digital, no matter how its form changes, its bearing meaning and connotation are the same, recording a person, the footprints of a family and even a society concentrate the ups and downs, freeze the beautiful moments, and leave warm memories for the future. 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 softest part of the heart

Time went by day and night, and the crowd was bustling and noisy. In this way, a heart ran in a hurry following the years. A group of flying birds circling in the Sky led their sight to the nothingness of distant places. When did I am stand here? Like a statue with big eyes open all the time, living in an empty way, I can’t remember how I came here, and even don’t know where I will go. Living in a state of paralysis, the empty cries came from the dry bottom of my heart, like a dying fish longing for the source of clear living water, eager for the sincere and strong emotion like a rainstorm, inject the cracked heart bed to enrich the whole heart. I hope that I can awaken the inherent power of myself, love others, love myself, love the vast universe life without being captured by life, and do not fear the attrition of time. I heard the opening of a music festival on the train: I met you in the softest place of the heart, and my heart suddenly shocked, the softest place? Maybe I also wanted to use this word to describe the place where love and soul lived, and tried to explore the true self sitting silently on the train, passing through the scenery outside the car window, most of them were unknown mountains, mountains, rivers and waters. They could not see any scenery and could not remember it in their hearts, just like clouds floating across the sky, dissipating at any time. In this way, passing through one scene after another, and the beat of the train. I didn’t pay attention to seeing the sunset, and the last red light made the hillside more silent, and the road was more vague. Time goes slowly and slowly, and nothing can be remembered here. No matter the tracing of the past or the sunset in front of us, there is probably only one lonely lamp on the road in memory, faint yellow and yellow made a halo in the river in front of the house. There was a nameless sentimental feeling in my heart, lonely, sinking into my own world. Lifting up a calm and peaceful feeling, the gauze lingered in my heart and fluttered around, with the whisper of my soul, lingering softly in the bottom of my heart. It leads the intoxicated people in the soft and soft place in the bottom of their hearts, dizzy and dizzy, the souls in the heavy years are floating there, full of the impulse to go blind dates with the vast universe, the whole heart was filled; How wonderful it was, everything was left behind, the whole person was light, maybe flying, fly a little more, the train always left from the departure station, and parting is probably the most touching thing. When leaving home, my mother thought it would be one year later to see me again, so she insisted on taking me to the intersection of the bus. I have never walked with her for many years on the road from small to large. It was a common thing for me to leave home. For her, eating and wearing warm clothes and three hectares of land were all part of life. She was not good at expressing feelings to her children, and she had never asked to send me before. At first, she walked in front of me happily with my bag. She met an acquaintance and said with a smile: send my daughter out! I said hello. Seeing that the road was almost to the end, she suddenly failed to restrain herself, crying like a child in front of her daughter who was about to leave. I suddenly didn’t know how to comfort her. I sobbed and couldn’t open my mouth. I wanted to hug her body, but she didn’t turn her head and covered her eyes with the back of her hand. She turned around and walked back, crying. She didn’t want me to watch her cry, and she couldn’t comfort me even if she caught up with her. I could only see her back moving away while walking with her arms lifted to wipe her face. The wheat fields on both sides of the road were shining green in the winter sunrise, and the small village on the other side of the wheat field was quiet and serene, A corner was covered by a large bare branch. I really wanted to call her, but I couldn’t open my mouth at all. The love gushing out from the bottom of my heart filled my chest in a flash, surging all over my body, almost melting the whole person; no matter what kind of grievance you have suffered in the past, no matter how you choose between good and evil gains and losses, at this moment, you will be burned into embers; This is the kindest and most selfless love in the world, this life, just teach us to burn just for this beautiful and passionate emotion. Don’t teach me to keep chasing. The carriage is Still Noisy. This may be the place where we can experience the appearance of all living creatures most: the kind woman gently patted the baby who was crying with the man next to her, and the girl alone meditated by the window with a thick book in hand. The old uncle piled up his luggage and sat on the aisle and snored heavily, vulgar middle-aged men still swallowed clouds and mist when the train finally arrived, everyone hurried to the exit and returned to the big world. What would meet them, a neat and warm home? A busy job? A short meeting? All the hearts were immediately filled with trivial matters, and they had no choice but to spare a moment before they had time to gasp and rumble. My boyfriend has been waiting for me at the exit. After receiving me, he grabbed my hand and said that he suddenly felt a little touched and delighted when he saw me walk out of the exit. And I almost cried when I saw him standing there giggling at me in the crowded railway station square: there was someone waiting for me, no matter how far or how long I walked, his arms are still warm; And I will come back, and my heart is toward this. His touching and delight are the same experience to me, because he has the most important thing in life and an indispensable part of life. No matter how sad the wandering once was, it may finally reach the unexpected destination. Bathed in the bright sunshine of autumn, withered leaves fell on the mire in the bottom of my heart, brewing a small yellow flower. Plant your lover in the softest and deepest place in your heart. Then one night, I woke up from my dream, turned over to my lover’s soft face, told him the dream just now softly, and finally fell asleep in his quiet arms. The flowers in my heart are bright and open, yellow and shining, the softest place in people’s heart may be like a shining sand beach, picking up lonely loneliness or warm touch here, all clean pure. There is the most precious treasure of life, a unique treasure owned by everyone. When you feel tired, hard, hard, painful, and you still have the treasure waiting for you forever, look for it and it will not let you empty. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…