In winter (chapter 4)

I dreamed of the earth wall of my hometown again last night. I basked in the sun on the earth wall. The low earth wall accumulates warm sunshine and resists the cold wind on one side. I am on the earth wall, listening to those old stories, those old people. A voice told me. I can’t see the people in the voice. I looked at the front of the earth wall, the skinny and curved path. The path carries the footsteps of my ancestors. When I came from the path, those footsteps had already disappeared at the end of the path. I want to look for it at the end. But I am still on the low soil wall. I want to escape from the voice that keeps talking. I have never seen those stories. The voice said, saying, it seemed a little angry. Why do you bury me with sound. I feel very tired and helpless. In fact, I just want one way. A road leading to the past, to the horizon or the corner of the Earth. Slowly, the sound went away and disappeared. I saw the sky wet the wheat seedlings in the field easily with a few words. The voice said so much to me, I thought I should be moved, but I didn’t. I said to the disappearing voice: Forgive me, I have no words. Miss a snow This is the biggest snow I have ever met in my life. When feathers all over the sky appeared on our way, I was shocked by the flying snow. Only the heavy snow we have seen in the film appeared in front of us. After a short pause, we jumped out of the car with cheers, growing countless happy wings like flying snowflakes. I am met snow in the place closest to the sun. A passing Tibetan gave us a warm smile. Seeing the rotating scripture holder in his hand in the floating snow, it was like an ancient Tibetan song. Looking at the gradually moving figure, I really want to make myself as pure as a Tibetan. I want to take away the whole snowflake and put it on my head of bed in spring. And I am just a passer-by of this snow. I seem to come here specially for receiving this snow. Cheers and laughter in the snow became the scenery along that road. All the turbulence, depression and happiness in my heart were taken away by the snow, leaving only quietness and lyric. Can not be adjacent to the snow, guarding the eternal flower. In the morning, the lonely figure I saw the woman playing the piano again, in the window opposite my balcony. The figure was lonely by the window, shaking gently with fingers. I couldn’t hear the piano. For a long time, I stood opposite, watching the woman playing the piano in the window. The figure is neither beautiful nor poetic. It seemed that I was caught by a kind of unspeakable loneliness and had the feeling of wanting to cry. Maybe the music played by women is not sad. How can such a figure play a sad song. I just feel the loneliness of my figure. Perhaps, I want a kind of loneliness to free myself. The figure had no idea that I was talking with her. Our distance was across the balcony, through the window and the air in the middle, and through a long sigh. I like this kind of conversation, which may be the beginning of my writing, if I write it. Try to keep silent, and let the words brew quietly in my heart. Standing on the balcony where the wind passes by, there is no music, only cold air and cold morning. Several sparrows were enjoying their food on the other side of the balcony. They could not see the woman playing the piano in the opposite window. It is also a kind of happiness to play and keep the days like this. I suddenly feel that this kind of day is really good. In fact, everyone’s life is full of the rhythm of poetry, and the romance of poetry is written. I felt that poetry came out of the window and drifted in the sky with the cold winter wind. At this time, the woman also left the piano she played and stood up to the balcony outside the house. The woman picked up the kettle and poured the flowers and plants on the balcony. The posture of watering is much more touching than when she plays the piano. In the afternoon, my mother and I really wanted to return the days to the past. I haven’t sat with my mother for a long time. Most of the time, when mother came, she always let TV accompany her, thinking that mother would not be lonely with TV. Sitting upstairs with my mother, my mother looked at me and said that my face was bloody and much more beautiful. I laughed at my mother that my daughter was all good. In fact, my mother is very beautiful now. According to my eldest uncle and mother, my young mother was the most beautiful woman in their radius. I don’t know how big the radius is, but I just think it must be very happy for my father to marry my mother. My mother’s home is a rich family in our hometown. There are lands and houses. My father’s home is far from here. My grandfather was born as a long-term worker and lived by renting land. The house was also rented. My mother’s ancestors left two big quadrangles for the younger generation. It is said that the biggest one was given to my grandfather’s brother. However, the younger generations failed to succeed and pulled the quadrangle courtyard apart. Some of the houses were replaced with silver and some with food. My mother’s courtyard was saved. The stage on the top of the entrance has already become a utility room. Every time I went back to the stage, I had to imagine the sound of gongs and drums going far away, but I had never walked in. I like listening to my mother talking about my father. About those days when my father suppressed bandits. In fact, my mother knows nothing more than me. The first letter my father wrote to my mother was one year after my father arrived in the Army. I asked my mother, why did my father write to you after more than a year? Didn’t my father want you? I was not afraid that my family would promise you to another family. My mother said that I knew the rules at that time, and I actually teased my mother. Ha ha, it turned out that my father was fond of playing when he was studying, and he was always absent from school. He went up the mountain to play cards with several young people in the same village while reading. No wonder I heard my uncle talking about my father’s sight when he was studying, and then I understood what this sight meant. After my father learned some culture in the Army, the first letter was written to my mother. The content in my father’s letter is very simple, of course there won’t be words like Miss. However, I can feel the happiness in my mother’s heart. My parents must match each other when they were young. My father is tall and handsome, while my mother is gentle. In my Big Uncle’s words, the woman who has the first appearance in the radius is still not beautiful. Mother’s beauty is simple, with the fragrance of rural soil. I spent an afternoon with my mother until five o’clock to cook. I can cook for my mother again, and I am happy with this happiness. 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…

Who lonely than fireworks

Finally, we will wave goodbye to us in a gorgeous and colorful way tonight. At dusk, looking from a distance through the window, the thin rain was floating faintly above the long lane. The ground was permeated with thick moisture one after another. I received a text message yesterday that the fireworks on this year’s Lantern Festival will be set off at 08:18 tonight. Although I was not sensitive to numbers all the time, somehow I still kept this time in my mind. To explore the reason, maybe it is because of the deep expectation for the gorgeous fireworks all over the sky, or it is because this is a lucky number. The sky is getting deeper and deeper. Outside the window, the rain was pouring down. In the rising noise, the 5-year-old son finally couldn’t help being anxious and urged us to go out with joy. Walking downstairs with an umbrella, I found that the rain was getting denser and heavier. Standing in front of the massive rain curtain, I couldn’t help frowning. However, my son raised his head and stretched out his small hand to touch the cold rain in a trance moment. I wanted to reprimand him, but finally I pretended to be angry and pulled him back under the umbrella because of that bright smile. Finally, regardless of the heavy rain, I hid under the umbrella and placed myself in the bustling crowd. Walking all the way, the lights were circuitous and the shadows of trees were swaying. No matter which season, the scenery of the small town could always be easily drawn. The flying eaves, the stranded boat, the unique window lattice and the half-covered Zhu men were all silent in the rain. Looking across the river, the music fountain has been playing endlessly on the other bank. After a while, with a loud noise, I saw a dazzling splendor in the air. The fireworks all over the sky bloomed in the air in a gorgeous posture, flashing countless eyes and jumping countless hearts in a flash. The rain stopped gradually, and the fireworks remained the same. Deep in my eyes, that wave after wave of splendor still bloomed in the air, and then disappeared silently with a gorgeous and decisive posture until it vanished. Looking back around, deep in the light, the figure was blurred and the noise gradually went away. There was a faint voice echoing gently in my ears. Someone asked: who is more lonely than fireworks? Some people say: Loneliness is a kind of beautiful flowers. 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…