Pen shore, the scenery is still so good

I once asked a classmate who likes writing, what do you think are the common points of writing, painting, singing and other things that can make a person crazy? He gave a very vague answer: I am very disappointed, and I have been looking for this answer! Once I was lucky to listen to the speech of teacher Yu Minhong from New Oriental. His English learning methods, his humorous expression and the scene atmosphere of applause and laughter are still fresh in his memory. I can’t forget the introduction of his opening. Life is full of such things that make people laugh. We walked on the way to the canteen, and when we met a classmate who came out of the canteen, we would greet him with a smile: Hey, are you having dinner? When I saw my classmate washing clothes in the dormitory building, I would also say: Oh, are you washing clothes? However, knowing clearly that the other party has made a meal, he will still ask just to break the embarrassment. Knowing clearly that the other party is washing clothes, he will still say such meaningless words. These trifles reflect that our purpose is not clear and our randomness is too strong. If you can’t express yourself and just stay at the level that even greetings can’t be called, there will be an unnatural gesture. I always like the answer of a senior to the question why he likes literature. Because he wants to express, to express things that make us sob, to express things that make our souls agitate and our bodies tremble, to express things that we can’t summarize with simple words, it is wonderful to express the ends that we try our best to reach but cannot reach. A friend who has always admired: a peaked cap, a pair of canvas shoes, a SLR camera, a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. In the high school years when he lived in the same dormitory with him, he would stand on the balcony very late, with smoke rings around, eyes looking at the sky, eyes full of instability, and he was looking for the tension of upward survival. During his university study in Wuhan, he rode a motorcycle to Tibet, conquering snow mountains one after another and almost encountered avalanches. In order to see the yak, he was chased and killed by the fierce yak, and almost died in sigu Mountain. My body was peeling in the sun, and I used to suffer from cold and hunger in the tent. However, he did not stop his steps to the place closest to heaven. He found the tension of upward survival, the fulcrum of balancing life and the carrier of expressing himself, at least full of joy and happiness. In Zhang Ailing’s works, I read her loneliness just like fireworks. Just as she told in her whole life: I became very low when I met you, and went down to the dust, but my heart was happy. And there comes a flower. The very sensitive and insightful girl baby Annie said: life is an illusion. She expressed her stubbornness, fragility, ambiguity, despair and lifeless flame in her works. Prose index.html I hope to have a house facing the sea and blooming in spring, which is sensitive, melancholy, simple, acute, impatient and easy to get hurt. The nib makes life blossom. Pen shore, flowers bloom into the sea, trees grow into shade; Pen shore, scenery is unique, destined to let me fight for it all my life. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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 period of time, give me time

This season was not too close to me. When I was alone, what I wanted to say occasionally had the smell of Alienation. It came inexplicably and went away quietly, which was not as good as the aftertaste. — Wen: Looking at the sun outside, I know that I am a little greedy in love. I am a woman who is afraid of the cold. All the warm places are greedy, but I don’t like winter, the cold weather is too strong but I want to escape. The Just Right season is too short. When winter is getting closer and closer, looking at it through the window, the room is quiet and slightly cold, around the body, wrapped in cotton-padded clothes, looking at the eyes under the long hair scattered in the mirror, there is warm light reflecting, it is hurting yourself. The cluster of bright red along the road was still swaggering against the cold, and there were residual yellow curling on the dusty leaves. I would take a look at it every day when I passed by. How tenacious it was. No matter what kind of environment you are in, as long as you choose to leave, people will gradually forget your familiar face and name. This is the ruthlessness of time, and it will indifferent to one’s memory, no matter how prosperous your business is, what kind of language your memory will have, which makes me want to be the last stroke of your ink painting. Although it is very light, it leaves indelible marks. Some people will be like this, in a warm way and memory appear in life, in the softest place of heart, leave a warmth, maybe long, maybe short, maybe it’s just looking far away, accompanying me silently, maybe I don’t promise, but I don’t go far all the time. When the pure and rich implication becomes an attractive force, those clear, sad, implicit, wait-and-see eyes and souls can meet here, let the shadow turn around, turn back frequently, and then go back to the familiar place again. With the appearance of running water, it drips slowly and leaves slowly, stretching endlessly. The days are passing innocently, even without feeling the pain of passing, continuing with a kind of sweet and plain. And I am just like a plant that can’t make a sound. In the time falling all over the sky, I sit still and don’t want to speak. 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…

Dies of memory

One summer in 1985, my mother went to my grandma’s house. We hadn’t seen her for a long time, and we missed her very much. My brother and I went to the place of turtle ao, and chose to go to the player’s house on a big stone beside he Yaowei’s house. I felt bored after playing for a long time, the sun was going down. With the coming of dusk, we gradually thought of mom. Suddenly, my brother put forward his own idea and told me: a CHENG! We won’t go back, will we go to grandma’s? I said: Oh! Why don’t you tell Dad? Let’s go! Brother said: you are stupid! Why are you talking to dad? I told him, can we go to get it? I said: Oh! Brother said okay! Let’s go down the mountain! In this way, we walked down the hill along the downhill road. When we reached the pavilion, we ran into my second elder brother (a cousin, because he was studying in junior high school at that time, happened to meet us on the way), he asked us: a CHENG! Appin! You go there? My brother and I said: go to grandma’s house! At that time, the second elder brother thought we were joking, so he ignored us. He went home climbing the mountain with his schoolbag on his back (I said later when I heard my parents’ narration: just for this thing, my uncle almost killed my second elder brother, saying that he didn’t pull us back, or that he shouldn’t hide the truth and didn’t tell my father and grandfather. When we walked to the bank of the lake source Mountain and came to the side of the lake source mountain road circling near hengcha Ridge, the sunshine gradually went out, and gradually became dim. Fortunately, in the dark night, we have already seen a round moon hanging in the high altitude, so we don’t feel scared at night; At the beginning, they talked and laughed, as if they were not tired, we were so funny that we didn’t want to stay at home at all. At that time, meeting our mother was our biggest idea. We walked forward forever until we were tired. When I couldn’t walk beside Huyuan highway, my brother encouraged me to say: a CHENG! We come on! As long as we work hard, we will be home soon! I was tired and said to my brother: Brother! I can’t walk any more! I want to rest! My brother smiled at me, hesitated in his mouth and said: Yes! Okay! Let’s just have a rest, okay? I said: OK! We sat on the road pier beside the road, looking at the Blue Sky under the night sky, counting stars in every corner of the sky, as if we suddenly walked to the astronomer Zhang Heng in Han dynasty when he was young, I had a dream of being an astronomer, but it was a pity that I was still very young at that time. I didn’t know what science was, what astronomical knowledge was, and what the meaning of astronomy was. But at that time, I counted the stars all to reduce the tired confusion. Maybe I also wanted to play at that time, and I became curious about the stars all because of my ignorance. My brother looked at me tired. He led me to the side of the river of Huyuan River and picked up a stone in the grass along the road, then he made a pose and threw a stone out to Hanoi in the lake source stream. The Stone made a few stumps in the river and then disappeared. I asked my brother curiously: Brother! Brother! How did you practice this skill? Did you teach me? Brother said: try it yourself, and you will! I also picked up a stone and threw it into the river just like my brother, so I wouldn’t jump into the river like my brother. When I was still confused without head and brain, my brother said: OK! I will teach you next time, but do you want to listen to me now? I said: That so Ah! Oh! Listen to you! Brother said: OK! We will leave, otherwise we will not be able to go to grandma’s house at dawn, OK? I said: OK! We started to walk one after another. Until we entered the village in the dead of night, we met an old man who was four or five years old. He pulled a two-wheel car and didn’t know what was in the car, I just saw that he covered it with a plastic cloth and tied it tightly with rope. After I glanced at him, he talked to us, and he asked: Hey! Are you two kids! Go there in the middle of the night, get up, get on my car, how about I pull you? We didn’t respond to him, and he approached and said to us: why do you ignore me? I am not a liar, and I will not turn you around. My home is just ahead. I think you are tired of walking and want to take you a ride. My brother and I went straight away, as if we didn’t see them, he was still looking at us with his head down and said: either go to my house, or you can live in our house when you come to my house, you are on the road early tomorrow morning. It’s OK to ask me to take you on the road. Just tell me the address. Seeing that we didn’t say anything to him, he shook his head and left. The two of us are still on our way, and we don’t know when it is now. Our stomachs are also snore. I said: Brother! I am already hungry and want to eat. My brother said: I am hungry too. I couldn’t stand it because of being hungry. Besides, the shop doors were closed, and the residential houses on both sides of the village road could not see the lights. There was no figure in the middle of the road and the alley of the alley, it seemed that the old man was right. It was already late at night, and there was no light in the family. I felt uncomfortable in my heart, so I blamed my brother and said: Brother! Brother! You hurt me. I haven’t been to grandma’s house yet. I’m hungry now. What do you think? Did I hurt you badly? My brother said to me angrily: How do I know this kind of thing will happen? I don’t know what to do now. What can I do? Now the door is closed, what do you ask me to do now? Yes! I am told you to come! But you agree with it yourself. How can you blame me now? Besides, you walk so slowly that you always say you are exhausted. What can I do? After being scolded by my brother, I sobbed, as if I didn’t want to take care of my brother. I sat there wiping my tears and didn’t want to move. My brother looked at me sadly, he comforted me and said: OK! Don’t be angry with your brother. It’s because your brother is not good. I shouldn’t take you down, which makes you unable to go home and sleep, and makes you hungry with me here. Brother said sorry to you, can you forgive him? Let’s go! Otherwise, we will spend the night here, OK! My good brother! Since I was comforted by my elder brother again and again, I felt much better. We started to move forward again. We went through another village after walking. I don’t know what village this is probably called, maybe when we went through the road of this village, we seemed to see another village from the distant shadow. Just like this village, the lights were off in the dark of wuqiba, as if we could not see anything clearly. When I turned back and looked at the back, a shadow came from my back, still holding a flashlight, running slowly from my sight. I couldn’t see who it was. I said to my brother: Brother! Brother! There is a figure running back, I don’t know who it is. Brother said: What do you care about him? Let’s go with us. He will go with him. I said: Oh! But I was still not at ease. I still wanted to see what happened. I turned back and looked around. The figure became clearer and clearer. Later I thought it was my father’s back. I said to my brother: Brother! Brother! It seems that dad is here. Brother said: Nonsense, how could it be dad? I said: It’s true! Brother said: impossible, how could dad come after him? Looking back fiercely, dad really stood behind him. He knocked on his brother’s head and found a restaurant in the market town behind my back, I don’t know whether this restaurant is all night or we just met at the closing time. In short, the door of this restaurant has not been closed. My brother and I had dinner here. After dad paid for us, he took us directly to grandma’s house. According to dad’s memory, the night we went to Grandma’s House, the town of Changkou was just flooded, so Dad had to lead my brother and me to detour to the town of Changkou, it took a long way to get to grandma’s house. When my father carried me to the door of grandma’s house, my brother and I knocked at the door together and shouted to the door again and again: Grandma! Grandma! Because of summer, the air in the room was particularly stuffy. Grandma and mom slept directly in the hall on the first floor, so they could easily hear our voice, we woke up in the half-awake and half-asleep state. Grandma got up and shouted: Grandma! Is us! Please open the door! Mom seemed to hear our voice coming, so she stood up and said to Grandma: who else? Your nephew is here! Grandma welcomed out and opened the door. As soon as she entered the door, Grandma nagged, “You are so late! My father told my grandmother and mother what had happened. My grandmother said, “you two children are really disobedient. You two came to my house in the middle of the night and didn’t worry about your grandparents, this kind of thing is not allowed in the future, otherwise your parents will be anxious. I said: Oh! Grandma said: Have you eaten that meal? Dad said: I ‘ve eaten it. I ate it in Datian market town. Since the store was about to close, I went to talk about it and sympathized with us, he fried two bowls of fried rice with eggs for both of them. Grandma said: let’s sleep! Dad said: I want to go back. Grandma said: why go back so late? Dad said: they are still waiting at the foot of the mountain. I have to give them a message to go back to save them from worry. Grandma said: whatever you want! Be careful on the road a bit. Dad said: I know. He left. When my father left, I cried. My grandmother asked me: What’s wrong with you? Why are you crying? I said: Grandma! I want to go back with my dad. Grandma said: go back, go back there, go back there at midnight? What do you want to do if you don’t sleep well? I cried. When my grandmother turned off the light, I felt more sleepless here. My mother comforted me and said: OK! Don’t cry! Isn’t it good to go home tomorrow? Grandma also interrupted: Isn’t Grandma’s family good? Why do you have to go home? You really make grandma angry, you are too naughty. I said: Grandma! Mom! I can’t sleep here. I want to go home. Why don’t you let me go back with my father? Mother said angrily, “Why is your child disobedient? Where will you go back in the midnight! Grandma’s home is your present home. Now you give me a good sleep. Otherwise, I will take you out. No matter you are, you will come back if you like, I won’t find you even if you are missing. Crying, I really fell asleep. Until dawn, my mother took me and my brother home. 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…

Lakes life

When I read martial arts novels in my childhood, I admire all kinds of heroes! Those stories of happiness, kindness and hatred are vivid in my mind. I often dream in my sleep that I have learned a good martial arts, a sword at my waist, a jade flute in my hand, a white dress, and stride on the jianghu Road, I came to a misty mountain and looked at the floating white clouds under my feet. A breeze blew my clothes. I played a jade flute against the dreamy mountain, the melodious and melodious voice passed through the mountain and drifted to a distant place where a beautiful woman was dancing. I smiled happily. My mother woke me up and asked me what I was laughing? I said: Mom, I dreamed of a very beautiful woman! My mother teased me and said: Don’t be shy! Only 13 or 14 years old, I dreamed of having a wife! I couldn’t help laughing. Although life was hard at that time, the dream of martial arts had already rooted in my heart. Now I have grown up, experienced too many wind and rain in the world, and suffered all the sufferings that ordinary people can hardly imagine. For my dream of martial arts, I studied hard to make up for the situation that forced me back then, the regret brought by dropping out of school too early. In the days after returning to school, I often stayed up late to read books and do exercises. For this reason, I got a strange disease. It is difficult to stop my nosebleed every time. This strange disease unexpectedly lasted for many years. I remember once when I got up in the middle of the night and found that there was nosebleeds. I was very scared and ran to the medical station to seek a doctor. At that time, the doctor was the neighbor’s sister Cai Ye, not long after she entered the medical station, she didn’t know how to treat it. She just knew that there was an injection called ephedrine, which could stop bleeding. He injected an injection into my nostril, and I felt a burst of cold in my nostril, but before long there was still bleeding from my nose, so I had no choice but to plug it with cotton balls. However, I didn’t expect that the blood from my nose could not flow out of my nostril, and it unexpectedly flowed out of my throat. That time scared me, and at last. At that time, I was just 16 years old, and I was in puberty. My nosebleeds were due to blood fever. This is what I heard later from Yangmin, the authoritative doctor in the village. Yangmin elder brother used to work in the county hospital. Because his parents accepted one of his sons, they were called back by their parents and treated the villagers in our village medical station. His medical skill is very high. My nosebleeds are the prescriptions specially prescribed for my body after he carefully developed Chinese herbal medicine, I didn’t expect that a rural doctor had cured my persistent illness for many years. I was in the same generation with him and often joked with him: brother Min, you are the God doctor Hua Tuo alive! Brother min thought highly of my illness, so I made continuous progress in my study. Finally, relying on my own efforts, I was admitted to the National School and became a national staff who was extremely admired by the rural people at that time. In my opinion, the rural medical practice of brother Min was like walking around the world. He was using his wisdom and kindness to relieve the illness for the common people Day by day, what is the difference between this practice and the medical sage walking in the arena in ancient times? Now I am over fifty years old and have experienced too many vicissitudes. I have already seen through the world of mortals. Just like ordinary people, I lived a normal life after getting married and having children, but deep down in my heart, I still had my own ideals and pursuits! The reason why I took pains to write a lot of long martial arts novels is that I was fascinated by my dream of martial arts in my childhood. I often imagine such a picture in my heart: a strange peak stands up, in the Valley, a few birds circled leisurely on the white clouds. At this moment, on the mountain path, a handsome young man, with a blue cloud sword on his waist and a jade flute in his hand, stood in the wind, facing the blue air towards the valley, the beautiful and melodious music of the player a large group of martial monks were fighting in the distance. The Shouting went through the valley and went away with the wind. The handsome boy jumped down and slowly landed in the deep of the valley, bend your hands down and reach into the clear stream, which reflects the handsome eyebrows and eyes of young people. In fact, where is life? But since ancient times, there have been rules of playing games. As long as you have good thoughts and integrity, you will always have an invincible sword in your heart, making your life full of romance and chic. 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…