Breeze and drizzle

Breeze and drizzle, devastated, in this late autumn winter day. Roadside pedestrian, also from time to time than usual much less. Many times, not narrative and shu xie is a good and confiding. In with time write process, a lot of thinking, it completed a filter and thinking. But the narration written can arouse more thinking. And thought, can only be that only they xiao qian use. In the process of thinking and sharing, the questions that individuals think about can only be considered by themselves. However, when facing the confusion of answering the questions, why do you need to go to laoshi to write ink and ink. Of course, in the process of telling and recording, you can not only get one more friend and one more soul to dance with, but what is left for people after the dance break, it is not the end of the play’s separation. I remember that I often heard people talking about the story of an old couple in my childhood. The story is that there was an old couple, male teaching, female busy farming at home, because at that time, marriage was arranged by housework, referring to marriage as a medium. Women don’t have much culture, but men are gentle and gentle, with literary and ink writing and crepe crepe, which kind of intellectual and reasonable style is very elegant and knowledgeable. However, because women lack liberal arts, they often go to men’s units to pick quarrels and ask questions. It makes a man unwilling to work, and a woman has no intention to stay at home. She is suspicious that her wife will look for flowers and willow outside the school and put on an apron all day long when she is working at home, putting on a felt hat, she went to her wife’s office to guard the school. Finally, the relationship between the couple was cracked, and it was difficult to bridge it from then on. Until one day in the twilight years, the man retired and was admitted to hospital. When relatives went to visit him, they asked whether the man’s condition was safe or not. This elegant and knowledgeable teaching post shook his head and pointed to his heart, slowly said a simple but extremely simple word. But it was because of this sentence that all the people present fell into a deep and long-time meditation, which was the fault here! 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…

Pull shoots music

The Bureau of official housing is all year round, leaving the suburb to open and clear. The willows are scattered and gentle, and the Green Mountains are calm. After a cold winter imprisonment, the Earth recovers. In the spring of flowers and birds, it is indeed an interesting and fast event to swim in the nature. The bright spring and fresh air will make you feel relaxed and refreshed as if you have taken a good nutrient. It seems that you are much younger. Last weekend, I saw the long-lost Sun. Taking advantage of this beautiful spring scenery, we met friends to stay away from the noise of the city and come to the suburb to find a quiet mountain and enjoy the warm afternoon sunshine. Six people went with each other, rode to, singing and laughing all the way. Gradually, we are getting farther and farther away from the urban area. High-rise buildings are left behind by US. The blue sky and white clouds are becoming clearer and clearer. We breath anions which are full of what people call air vitamins, and feel refreshed and relaxed and open-minded. I chose a small hillside at random and walked along the rugged mountain road, bypassing thorns and Weeds. The sunshine was also flowing freely, as if to surround us in the first warm sun after the spring rain. Bypassing the hillside, we stood in front of a small mountain depression. Our friend casually fiddled with the grass by the roadside with a wooden stick in his hand, and suddenly shouted, look, there is a bamboo shoot that breaks through the Earth! Rumbling, the first spring thunder awakened everything, sang the breath of spring, the small winter bamboo shoots hidden in the fragrant soil, under the call of Spring Thunder, in the moisture of spring rain, finally, he made his mark on this sunny afternoon and gave us a surprise in the warm sun! In this bamboo forest in the mountain depression, the bamboo is not as tall and straight as that in my hometown. The whole bamboo forest is short. Due to the neglect of management, the bamboo leaves are red and still overgrown with shrubs. But what surprised us was that there were already a lot of small bamboo shoots appearing sharp corners in the bamboo forest, which attracted US who wanted to bask in the sun and eat melon seeds on the hillside, lazy people playing cards get close to it and kiss it. So we gave up basking in the sun, rushing into the bamboo forest one by one, looking for traces of small bamboo shoots all over the floor. The small bamboo shoots hidden in this bamboo forest, the big one is only thick as the thumb, the small one is just a little bit like the pencil pole, with bamboo shoots on it, like the dwarf wearing a small pointed hat in fairy tales, the east one, the West One hid in the grass and thorns with clump of small bamboos. We bent down and stared at each other, searching like patrol soldiers, pulling the bamboo shoots happily. At this time, a friend reminded: pay attention, don’t pull it to the top (the empty bamboo shoot shell grows after being pulled away). So I sang a song that children in my hometown would sing: pull bamboo shoots, pull bamboo shoots, pull to the top of the hair. Then, I told my friend that if it reached the top that day, I would never find any wild bamboo shoots. Hearing this, my friend laughed happily. Laughter drifted across the hill and into the field. With the songs and laughter, we pulled a lot of bamboo shoots quickly and happily. I haven’t eaten the bamboo shoots pulled by myself for many years, so I volunteered to wash my hands and Cook. The friends who ate the fried eggs with bamboo shoots were full of praise, saying that the bamboo shoots bought from the market couldn’t eat this kind of smell. The warm sunshine shines on the Earth, giving me a surprise. The soft spring breeze blows across my cheeks, giving me a warmth. This afternoon, through the close contact between me and Xiao Zhu, I sighed about its miracle, its strength, even without the land of fat coat, nor the careful cultivation of its owner, but little bamboo shoot still stood out from the soil stubbornly. Although it was not very strong, it was enough to make people happy. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Nonsense

I am addicted to playing mahjong and writing articles. This is what the idiot saw in a book written by teacher Jia Pingwa. Crazy people believe in this. Standing on the tail of thirty years old, I look forward to it and sigh with emotion. Rain er shi nian, pronto, years eroded memory, vicissitudes face. The world has changed too fast and too much. The only constant thing is the crazy dream. Those who are crazy about good books not only love reading, but also write essays and poems occasionally to kill boring time. It’s just a pastime. The idiot doesn’t feel how tired life is, instead, he lives leisurely and at ease. But one day, she had a whimsy that she wanted to move the words she wrote to the internet. It was terrible. The Idiot was extremely busy. It took four months from last October, I have sorted out about 100,000 words in my writing. At the beginning, the idiot was not used to writing to the computer. Every time he wrote a draft of more than ten pages, he typed it word by word. The idiot typed slowly, but he was afraid of making mistakes, so he typed and read one sentence after another, usually I can read a sentence for more than ten times, and it takes several hours to type more than 1,000 words. I have been busy for half a month. At the tip of my friend, I have to be free to look at the glasses. The self in the glasses describes the dry Artemisia, just like climbing out of the grave. Unexpectedly, the most painstaking job in the world was not to work on the construction site, but to write. My shoulder began to hurt, and my fingers became swollen by knocking on the keyboard, because I had to go to work to make a living during the day. I gradually felt that my body was out of strength, but the effect was not very good. At night, I began to want to read and write again, and the bed became a desk for the idiot. The idiot lay on the bed, surrounded by schoolbags. As for whether he wanted to read or type, he could do whatever he wanted. The advantage was that he was not as tired as before, the disadvantage is that it is too convenient to sleep. I don’t know when to fall asleep and when to dawn. The alarm clock has become a decoration, which always makes people in dreams unable to wake up. Fortunately, they are free and have no control, late no one deducting money, days will can. One day, an idiot saw a netizen reprinted an article on prose online in QQ space. He followed the path and found a piece of grass where friends and poets could play their best. An idiot logged on with QQ, go to enjoy beautiful articles when you are free. The next day, I saw someone leave a message in the space: publish an article, let’s enjoy the richness and variety of life in the text. Crazy people appreciate these friends who have never met before, and move them to keep a pure heart after their hard life. This is the habitat of spirit. The idiot tried to send two small articles, the editor was very serious, the layout was segmented, and the short editors were together. After being encouraged and writing, some literary friends will come and leave comments. Soon, the idiot signed the contract. When I came to prose online, the crazy people found that there was a lot of talents here, which was by no means a false statement. There were still people who were more crazy than her, but she was a little dull than others. Only a few of these people are professional creations, and most of them have to write while working. Society and life can bring people more inspiration, therefore, Touching words flow in their writings, and idiots have met many friends, communicated in words and made progress in plain. Crazy people find that they have little talent and learning, which is simply a fool. What’s more surprising is that Mr. Sun, who is over 70 years old, still keeps writing in his later years, and several literary friends who are physically disabled and ambitious, have made remarkable achievements, apart from admiring and admiring, crazy people told themselves to learn from them well. These people are flags and lighthouses. They use their actions to show the brilliance of life. On the long way of life, because of efforts and unyielding, all competitions have changed. Crazy people went to the bookstore to buy books, picked up a book named “poetry rhythm” by Mr. Wang Li, and took a small book named “Chinese New rhyme” (fourteen rhyme) by teacher Zhao Jingzhan, “Bai Xiang CI pu” is in my hand. It seems that I can see it. Forget it. I will buy these two books after reading them. I have to borrow the books and can’t read them. What the ancients said is, I haven’t read the ancient books such as “Four Books and Five Classics”, “Jing Huayuan” and “general translation of Analects of Confucius” that I bought several years ago, so I put them on the shelf, saying: Gu will have a different view. Alas. “Poetry rhythm” became a hypnotic. After taking it for a while, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I thought that “Bai Xiang CI pu” was still waiting in the bookstore, so I hated myself. It was too disappointing. Who knew that I finished reading it in a few days, after searching through the memory, I can only remember one sentence, first learn poetry, then learn words. I have no impression of anything else, and I don’t understand it. I also found out a Dream of Red Mansions and found the chapter of Xiangling learning poems to see how sister Lin taught Xiangling and read one hundred five-character laws of Wang Mojie. I carefully figured out and understood them thoroughly, then read 100 or 200 Old du seven word law, Times read Li Qinglian seven words quatrains 100 or 200 first, belly first the these three as foundation, and then Tao Yuanming, Ying Yang, xie, Ruan, Geng, Bao and so on read a summary, but they still read too little. The idiot dreamed at night, and unexpectedly he was taking the exam, talking about taking the Chinese exam, but sending it to take the physics exam. After that, the duck egg was settled. He woke up in a hurry and realized that he had left school for more than 20 years, it was just an idiot dreaming. At this time, he was totally sleepy and began to write on the computer. Suddenly I remembered the TV series “Xi’an tiger family”. The old three tigers of the Tiger family once worked in the literary federation. They had a dream of writing all day long and won the literature prize in their dreams. They held the trophy high and spoke on the stage, cao Xueqin is dead, Tolstoy is dead, Marquez is dead, Shakespeare is dead, now, I, I Tiger someone is still alive, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha 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. 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