Walk

Industrial Park Road in small western suburbs, because far away from downtown, here Natural some eerie silence. Because there were few people and cars, the old trees and flowers seized the opportunity to attack the city and land, making this area Fat. It seemed to be full of green all the year round. The short trees on both sides of the road last year are not short this year. The lush branches and leaves block the sunlight, making the singing voice of cicadas appear rough and bright in the shade. There were flowers under the trees, and the breeze came and the flowers were swaying and combined into a series of quatrains of Tang people. I a person walk. The air in the suburb belongs to everyone, and I also belong to me. I can swim slowly in the air. The breeze is the blue waves on the water, rippling beside me. You can walk alone in the countryside as you like. It doesn’t matter if you walk slowly or quickly. No one cares about you even if you walk backwards with your hands behind your back. No one cares about you in this world, even if you put a condom on your head in summer, no one cares about you, but it does not mean that the world is shameful, so shameful that wearing a condom is not a rape. The Sunshine passes through the leaves and leaks down one by one, like broken time. The Street is bright and dark, and stumbles down at dusk. Walking in this silent suburb was nothing more than me. The old woman walking the dog seemed to have followed me for a long time. The old woman had white hair and chicken skin, but the dog was small and exquisite, wearing a necklace with a silent bell hanging around her neck. Although I lived in the same community, I knew nothing about the old woman. Every time I saw her, I would see dogs. The old woman snuggled up with dogs. The old woman looked solemn, and the dog seemed always smiling. I stopped and found that my previous judgment was purely self-sentimental. Not the old woman followed me, but the dog followed me all the way, not the old woman holding the dog, but the old woman holding the dog. It seems that dogs are more lonely than old women. The dog looked at me for a moment, with a melancholy expression, which seemed not to be as smiling as just now. He screamed at me for the first time and led the old woman forward hurriedly, it must have heard the thunder rumbling in the distance. It is indeed to promote rain. The heavy rain poured down like no one else, ignoring my existence. If there was no industrial park road beside the heavy rain, there would be heavy rain on the industrial park road, only heavy rain without Road. Now that I have been wet, I will no longer find a place to take shelter from the rain, so I simply take the initiative to turn myself into a drowned rat. There are also flowers along the road that become drowned with me. They are more embarrassed than me, stumbling and scattering all over the floor. The wind is smaller than the rain, and the rain that slowly goes away seems to have a sense of indifference. Continue to walk. A small house appeared beside the road, quietly located in the bushes. Sitting in front of the hut, the dog looked at me with a serious face. It seemed that I was more stupid than a dog, just as if I didn’t know that it was windy and rainy, and people would be drenched into a drowned rat. The dog with serious expression told me that I would be stupid for a long time. The raindrops were wrapped in the hut, and someone played a violin in the hut. Is it an old woman or the owner of the cabin? I stop and listen. I once met an old man here, who was thin and clear-looking, and could whistle, play erhu and sing some old songs. These music were all pure sounds of nature, sometimes a Bing, sometimes it was He Zhanhao, but the old man was neither blind nor Professor. He was a genuine folk school. The dog didn’t let me approach the cabin. At this moment, it swept away the smiling face just now, and stared at me with standing feet, which was full of hostility to me. This is not to say that the dog’s temperament changes quickly. Just like the previous weather, it was still clear, and the clouds were dense and the rain was torrential. Dogs keep their secrets for their owners. In order to maintain a long-term friendly relationship with the dog, I turned around and left. The night was not deep, and a tree flower lit up the street lamp. Flowers are the soul of trees, which are mottled and stacked like carpets hanging in the air. If there is clear water below, it will form a beautiful reflection, but unfortunately there is no. You will get lost when walking alone. When you get lost, you should consider the meaning of life. What’s the meaning of life? I won’t walk when I know the meaning of life. There is a tower at the end of the Industrial Park Road. It is said that it was first built in the Southern Dynasty. The man who built the tower was an eminent monk. It is said that he likes stone carving. Many characters are carved on the cliff of Chongshan Mountain in this area, and, treat these words as rare treasures and completely understand the meaning of these words. I will go to see the tower for a walk tomorrow. The reflection of the tower in the water is clear and clear. If there is wind, the reflection will be broken. If the wind is strong, only the glittering light can not see the pagoda clearly. 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. 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Letterhead

A small envelope is still very backward in that communication equipment. It is not as developed as it is now, and mobile phones are still rare in the world. It has become the only dependent tool for us to contact our feelings, the infinite emotion in my heart is all pinned on that small stamp, letting it carry our joy and sadness to the distance we miss. In those long days, I waited for it to return from other places with excitement and delight. On a silent afternoon, it burst into a beautiful flower in our hearts, permeated with warmth and touch. Every word and every word in the letter, light as water, but rich as wine, full of deep feelings. The pure and snowy friendship in the letter always gives people a long aftertaste now. Although we also have the feeling of leaving our hometown for a long time, and we have been spending half of our time recently, fortunately, we don’t have the helplessness that Jiang Jie wants to send colorful notes and ruler, and the mountain is long and the water is wide to know where it is. My sister is ten years older than me. When she first went out to work, I was only in the third grade of primary school. When I was a child, I had the best relationship with my elder sister. Every time I received a personal letter from her hometown, I was so happy that I couldn’t write many words, I was always happy to put a letter full of pinyin into my parents’ letter and bring it to her. Most of them missed her very much and asked her to pay attention to her health. If she wished her a smooth job, even such a vague and inarticulate greeting letter would move her in a mess. My elder sister grew up in my grandma’s home since she was a child, and she had more love for my grandpa and grandma than her parents. So although both my grandpa and grandma were illiterate, even my eldest uncle didn’t go to school because he was naughty and playful when he was young, I don’t know many of them, but my sister still writes to them. When I went to my grandma’s house to live in summer vacation, I became their substitute for reading and writing. I read, and my grandma listened. Sometimes when she met words I didn’t know, she had to think out of thin air and guess by sentence. The reply was written by my grandma while she was talking about me. As a result, I always wrote one or two letter scroll with my extremely careful efforts. It is better to think about it than to draw a circle, or how many words are omitted here. Until I grew up slowly, I made several pen friends in that wandering era. Pen pal, as the name implies, is a friend who communicates with letters and pens, and even has never seen him. In fact, there is no need. Such a kind of friend is just sending the heart which has nowhere to tell to a person who is willing to listen through the pen tip drawing paper. I just went out to work far away from my hometown, and after work, I didn’t have the entertainment equipments which were all available, TV and computer. At that time, the only thing that could kill sleepless time before going to bed was the small radio which was particularly popular at that time. Quite cheap, ten yuan each. When you open it, you can hear a lot of information, such as big things, small things and current events, one machine is in hand, and you are in control. Lying on the bed at a quiet night, accompanied by nostalgic and sentimental light music and the sweet voice of the announcer, I also talked to comfort those sorrows in other places. I still remember in a trance that there is a program called blue envelope, in which most of the information is about making friends with young people who work outside. Sometimes when you turn to that channel, you will listen quietly for a while. It was also caused by curiosity, so I wrote a letter to the program group with the mentality of trying. After a long time, I really couldn’t remember the content of the letter, but I didn’t expect it to be broadcast, unfortunately, I didn’t hear it by myself, or I would not sleep all night. A few days later, I really received the letter, and I could imagine the excitement. Then I kept connecting back and forth, or talking about the annoyance and happiness of my own work, or talking about life, exclaim the bitterness and happiness of life. Now that program should no longer exist. If there is, I think it will be changed to some dating hotline or something like that. After leaving the city where I worked before, those so-called pen friends gradually broke off the news and stopped going back and forth. In fact, there are many advantages in communicating emotions in the form of letters. Telling each other without any hurry, writing by heart, don’t care too much about whether the clothes and shoes are poor, whether the hair is messy, don’t worry about being embarrassed and ashamed because of saying something wrong. Compared with the current mobile phone radiation, it does harm to health. I think the letter contact at that time was absolutely green and environmentally friendly. Now, mobile phones have been popularized to even teenage children, and the letter paper has gradually become a past tense. The telephone saved us the time of waiting anxiously, but also wiped out the deep friendship that could only be conveyed in many letters. The society is advancing and the times are developing. Of course, we should also follow the pace of the times to move forward, but the progress is too fast, so those gutter oil, dyed pepper, fake eggs, clenbuine, it also appeared soon, followed by a swarm of people. At the same time of material renewal, communication and contact are convenient. I only hope that morality and emotion should keep up with the pace of rapid progress, and do not replace them under the drive of interests. The letter once stopped at a certain light spot, leaving mottled traces on the track of history. Although that little bond connecting feelings has gone away, it has been recorded and preserved by the years and deeply buried in our beautiful memories. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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. 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Away from village of peach blossom

Where on earth is the original site of the peach blossom garden in the famous articles of Tao Yuanming, Jin people? It seems that it is only a matter of different opinions. Even if someone can find out several evidences such as,, etc., it is inevitable that there may be coincidence. After all, the world is so big that there is no wonder. After all, the peach blossom garden is an ideal situation created by Tao Yuanming. If Tao Yuanming’s fiction at that time must have basis, I would rather believe that the branches of Poyang Lake are the Peach Blossom Source in Tao Yuanming’s heart, the evidence is the twists and turns of the Harbor Branch of Poyang Lake and the splendid peach blossom once existed in the village of people on both sides. I used to take a boat in the Poyang Lake Harbor Branch in the hills of northern Jiangxi, standing on the bow and looking forward, it seemed that the end of the lake was not far away. When the boat turned a mountain mouth leisurely, there was suddenly a wide harbor branch in front of me, so many times, not the same. Cross-Strait Castle Peak A, village everywhere, Fields adjacent, hailing distance, that’s a bay a scenic place, a branch of a hole. It makes people have the feeling of steep mountains, heavy water and no way out, and the willow is dark and bright. If peach blossoms and trees are added on both sides, it will be like a peach blossom garden. There were peach blossoms on both sides. Poyang Lakers like to plant fruit trees behind the village house, with varieties of peach, pear, plum, Orange, jujube, loquat and so on, especially peach trees, which are not delicious and rarely rare, it must be very mature before people can eat, but it seems that as long as they have an open space, people will be happy to plant it. When I was young, there were two peach trees behind my home, I once witnessed my eldest brother’s second elder brother planting one of them. My second uncle’s family also had several trees, which were owned by many other families in the village. When I was young and went to relatives in spring, peach blossoms blooming along the roadside were common. It is said that people in Guantang area of Duchang County used to plant a lot of peach trees. In short, in March of Yangchun, you can see the splendid peach blossom at the head of the village when you walk through any village near Poyang Lake. Such a situation is gone now. Today’s people have a place to see peach blossoms in March of Yangchun, and it is also a large number of bright peach blossoms, which are the peach gardens for the production of commercial peaches opened up everywhere on barren hills. It would be very difficult to find those three or two peach blossoms at the head of the village. Today’s peach blossoms are far away from the head of the village. I don’t know since that day, peach blossom has been far away from the village head, but I know why peach blossom has been far away from the village head. One year, when I came home from the city, I planned to plant several peach trees behind the house, but I was opposed by my family. The reason was that planting peach trees beside the house was not auspicious. Peach trees would provoke ghosts. In Chinese culture, there has been a saying that Peach symbols are used to avoid evil since ancient times. A peach sword of Jiang Ziya in “The Deification list” can even make demons who have become demons unable to live in peace, but today, why can’t the peach trees in front of and behind the house avoid evil and attract ghosts? If a fierce debate is going to be held to prove the saying that Peach Trees recruit ghosts and make ghosts, any reason will appear pale and weak, which can’t be explained. However, villagers don’t argue with you. They have their behavior standard: They would rather believe that they have. Of course, they are not without any reason. For example, Taoist priests often use peach branches and Wills to exorcise ghosts when doing magic arts. If peach trees have dealt with ghosts more often, will they not be close to Zhu, red, ink and black? Perhaps, we can find more reasons: Peach Blossom is probably a little vulgar in the eyes of the world, and when some people talk about peach blossom, I will also associate it with some kind of color that I am not ashamed. Peach blossom is so far away from the village head, which is a change of Customs. I don’t want to argue with others about the image of peach blossom in people’s hearts. I just want to know what else is far away from the village like peach blossom. The curling smoke disappeared, the singing of the shepherd boy disappeared, and even the old cattle in the field disappeared, which was not a bad thing. Is there anyone who would like to put clean energy instead of smoking? Is there anyone else who would like to raise cattle without reading? Is there anyone else who is willing to work fast and labor-saving machines without having to sweat all over? However, we can make today’s villages still sing the songs of the past, and we should let today’s people keep the simplicity of the past. When we walk in some villages today, there are no elegant alleys in the messy houses, and no small fish swimming in the dry streams near the village, there were no lively birds in the past on the lonely old trees in the village, no grandpa who could enjoy the cool weather on the summer night told stories to his grandson, and no potato chips prepared by his mother for his children to dry in the winter sun. In my thinking, I remembered the name commercialization, and couldn’t help sighing the nearly crazy psychology of today’s people towards producing and consuming commodities. The progress of the times and the development of science, as well as the changes brought to the village by the commercialization of material wealth, must be like this? We certainly cannot go back to the era of self-sufficient small-scale farmers, but can we keep what we enjoy? The village customs should not be as simple as commodities. As a grandfather, do you have time to tell your grandson an old story? As a grandma, have you ever thought of embroidering a pair of beautiful shoes for your granddaughter? As a mother, can you still accompany your children to guess a riddle? As a father, are you still willing to grind delicious sesame fried rice noodles for your family? As a brother, can you take your brother to catch the cicadas once? As a sister, can you still sing a nursery rhyme for your sister? When I went back to my hometown occasionally, when I chatted with relatives and childhood friends, what I heard was always about money, when I saw a child who just learned to walk walking walking into the shop at the village head with money in hand, I missed the peach blossom far away from the village head again and again. Of course, there are also things that are as far away from the village as peach blossom. 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. 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