Memory in childhood moon

The childhood moon in my memory is bright and delicate, revealing a kind of warm and hazy beauty, which is just like the pure beauty that can not be said clear or unknown when the young girl’s buds first burst. Although the belly was not full at that time, when the moon came to the night, it became the world of children, three or five groups, three or two groups, under the moon in early spring, the group chased after the group, and the group drove them away. They were covered in sweat and threw the cotton-padded jacket unwittingly. They had already disappeared when they remembered it. Therefore, under the moonlight of spring night, the shouts of someone who saw my cotton-padded jacket came often echoed. The summer moon is the moon of adults and children. On the top of the village, under the big tree and by the small river, there are groups of people in all cool places, regardless of men and women, most of whom are covered with wheat straw, broken mat, lying or sitting, listening to my grandfather Hou Zhenhai telling stories, children often forget the hot summer night and the bites of mosquitoes. Wherever he went, there would be 40 to 50 people. Grandpa once worked as a worker in Hongshan Coal Mine in Zibo. He had seen Pu Songling’s tomb and knew many stories about Liaozhai. Therefore, Fox, Monster and so on poured into our ears from Grandpa’s mouth. Grandpa praised the fox fairy so beautiful. It was consistent that sometimes I thought it would be better if I met one when I walked alone on the road. The moon in September is the best moon. It was the autumn harvest season, working in the production team during the day, and the sweet potato could only be cut and dried at night. So a piece of clear light poured on the pale gray white frost, reflecting the shouting of the slope. The sweet potato rice seedlings in the production team were laid in the slope, and they were busy during the day. Only at night could they have free time to transport to the field. Often before dinner, the whistle of the captain shook the thick magnetic bowl: pull the sweet potato rice dumplings at night, and the tofu skin in the team is muddled! Wow! Therefore, I no longer eat dried sweet potato pancakes that I can’t bite at home, pickles that I can’t swallow, and black sweet potato noodles. My heart has long been smeared by that delicious, the sweet tofu skin was scratchy. The field under the moonlight showed a piece of seclusion. With a shout, it could be heard in ten li and eight villages. But dozens of people often came, shouting and shouting, and the field under the moonlight was also hot in the sun. Adults use shoulder poles to carry, while children pull up a group and leave. People are small and have nothing to worry about. Anyway, they feel that they can work well in the team. If you get half a praise from the captain, you will jump back to the ground like a rabbit, and you will have to do more than other children. When the moon fell asleep, the captain announced the end of work. At this time, the person who was specially responsible for cooking paste had already lifted the hot pot lid, and a special smell of tofu skin and corn flour was mixed into our internal organs, hook the worm so long. Drink! Everyone rushed up, grabbed the bowl and scooped it up. They casually found a place to squat and drank it. That incense, is this the only time in a year? Drink one bowl after another, you still want to drink it when you drink it into your throat! The Wind in the north brought ice and snow to the moon in winter. The stove couldn’t be lit at home, and I couldn’t sleep when lying down. Therefore, as long as there was a moon at night, it became the world of children again. Hide-and-seek, play games, kick shuttlecock, sing Beijing Opera, and go home only when the whole body is soaked. The cold bed feels particularly comfortable because of the dryness-heat of the body. When I woke up, I often went to school hurriedly by stepping and pulling my shoes. The teacher would surely ask: have you played for another night? After Don’t permission. But when it came to the Moonlight, the shouting of rushing and killing, and the eternal childish voice shook the cold moon again. Time flies. Today’s Moon is already a lonely moon. No matter in cities or villages, adults are busy with their livelihood, children are busy with their homework, and everyone is in a hurry. Even if it is like silver and snow, how many childish laughters are there in the moonlight? 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…

See streamer gone

The old year is over, and the New Year is coming. The time was narrow and the finger seam was wide. It was the end of the world that the Mayans predicted in the legend in 2012. I am a person without faith. If you don’t believe in the Lord, Shakyamuni, Allah, and even more, you will surely realize it. I only believe that every living life I see really exists, including myself. That is to say, I don’t believe that life has reincarnation, and I don’t believe that life has past life and afterlife. People die like lights off. There is only one life belonging to us, so I value and cherish life. Time is limited. Pursuing the sincerity and truth of life and seeking the truth, goodness and beauty in life are more important than anything in my opinion. The problem of death often comes to mind, not because of the saying of the end of the world. But the fleeting time, which makes us grow old and die slowly. After a bag of cigarettes, I have been in this world for nearly 49 years, belonging to a person who has been half a hundred years. It has been half a hundred years. When I was a child, I read the article describing the age of an old man like this, imagining his aging, imagining his faltering steps with gray temples, thinking that I was far away from him, who knows I became him quickly! Finally, I can look back on most of my life. When I look back on those past events, I will not regret for wasting my time, nor be ashamed for doing nothing, not to mention the sad feelings of young people who are not working hard. At this time, the heart is sour, the tears are salty, the courage is bitter, but the brain is blank. Ideal is full. Reality is very skinny. Gradually understand that many things are not transferred by human will. Before, I met an expert who told me that my previous life was a Wandering Dancer, a woman who was unmarried for life, A deaf-mute woman who could only express her feelings with body language was infatuated with and followed by many men. After hearing this, I was very surprised and speechless for a long time. Firstly, I don’t believe in the theory of reincarnation. Secondly, I don’t believe that I lived so free and easy in my last life. I often laugh and say that in my last life, I must have been a person who had done many evils, suffered all kinds of evils and suffered all the time. I came to pay off my debts in this life. When I grow old, compared with when I was young, the most important thing is that my view of things has changed. The heart is transparent and the eyes are clear. We know that the changes of things are regular, and at the same time, we know more about the impermanent life. I don’t care much about everything that keeps pace with the times in today’s society. I like a slightly closed life, which can avoid accepting those concepts, opinions and viewpoints that appear in secular ways. The abundance of materials and the development of science and technology cannot make me feel the true texture of life. Only the abundance of the spiritual world can make me feel at ease and satisfied, but I can’t find anything that can make my spirit more abundant, that is to say, my life has no goal and lacks direction, I don’t know what I really want. It seems that I haven’t found it for most of my life. I often worry about it and see the emptiness and lack in my heart. I like the slow pace of life, the natural friendship and the everlasting love. The relationship between people should be mutual penetration, mutual learning, mutual improvement and mutual encouragement. Love is true. My beloved Love should be like a gurgling flowing stream, which is endless and nourishes our life all my life. The overwhelming love, volcanic eruption and turbulent love came too fast and faded too fast, which was not the way I liked or used. Fortunately, I have this stream in this life. Every time in the dead of night, I can hear the spring in my heart flowing happily and tinkling. At this moment, I really sigh the beauty of life. I am not a thoughtful person, but I am born to pay attention to the details of life. I believe everything but doubt everything. I often do something against my heart, so I always feel wronged. In fact, no one forced me to do this. Through my own observation of myself, I think I like and get used to being alone, and the real life makes me feel powerless. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a Wandering Dancer, a deaf-mute woman who can only express her feelings with body language…… 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…