Remember this feeling

When the gate of memory was opened again, I couldn’t help bringing me into history, into the sea of joy, and let me learn to thank, thank you to everyone who has passed through my life! I once thought that everything was just a mixing point in life, and there was nothing to miss, but I was not like this in reality. The touching of memory rushed to my heart again and again, bringing me back there to travel! An ordinary September is carrying an extraordinary memory! We started our high school life just because we met there and started a common life! From strangeness to familiarity, it has gone through a long journey of singing and crying! I am an ordinary girl, but also a shy girl. I lived a life that only belonged to myself, ignoring the outside things, and nobody knew whether I am was happy or sad? I think the world is so cruel, making vulnerable people more vulnerable and strong people stronger! It only depends on which kind you are willing to do. I started a new life outside, which made me feel the importance of adapting to the environment. I became more and more decadent just because I was in love with my family. I began to hate this place and wanted to escape, I have become more silent all the time. When strange faces appeared in front of my eyes, when warm or exciting words echoed in my ears, every minute and every second until every day, I changed and opened my closed heart, just because I met them here, they gave me too much warmth, which made me become talkative from being silent. That feeling was really comfortable, comfortable and happy! I still remember that time when my clothes opened the county, it was you (sister Chen) who sewed it for me with a weak flashlight. At that moment, I was surrounded by happiness and even more by moving tears, on another occasion, you (sister Jian) gave me a pack of stomach medicine to warm my painful body at that moment. On another occasion, your father sent you eggs during the Dragon Boat Festival. It was you (Sister Zhen) who was still thinking about dividing me, and thinking about it. It was written, hehe, don’t talk about it. Besides, I’m going to take pearls in my eyes. Time and time again, there are always too many times that let me soar under the shadow of happiness. Thank you, thank you for passing through my life and bringing so many wonderful things to my life, thank you for sitting here and tapping the keyboard at this moment. I know that memory will be further and further away from the reality, but during the time we spent together, we all passed by with smiles and the truest feelings in our hearts, this most real memory will stay in my heart forever! I will always remember this love and this wonderful time in my life! I am not alone in this journey just because I met you on the way! 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…

Self-contained happiness smell

After work, I walked alone on the straight and wide city road. People along the road were busy doing business. I thought about going to the chess stand to spend the rare spare time in summer evening, but I didn’t feel much fun, so I had to wander around casually and browse casually. Suddenly I felt a feeling of self-sufficiency and happiness. Unexpectedly, in those years, a poor boy who lived in the remote countryside and kept sheep, farmed and watched melons could go home to have a rest before six o’clock in the afternoon, or he could travel freely and freely, this is a beautiful thing that has never happened since I took part in the work for more than twenty years! You should know that there are still two or three hours before dark. If you are in the countryside, I am afraid that you are going to work in the fields. Who knows how much income you will earn in a year. It’s time for me to be satisfied. I should really feel satisfied and happy! Two or three days of drizzle, wet ground, this is a good summer rain once in more than ten years, at least dry hillsides and wasteland can grow green grass, conducive to grazing, I don’t have to worry about my old father who is over 80 years old and has no place to keep sheep, or I don’t worry about how my family can take care of themselves for the time being! Life doesn’t make much sense. It’s just to live. It’s just not to live too tired. All the things outside of the body are lucky, pleasant, smooth and comfortable, but they can’t help sighing in vain! However, I am afraid that the interest of living still needs to maintain a relatively high quality of life, no matter material or spiritual, and strive to achieve the most substantial level and degree, pursuing every day to be real, happy, refreshing, clear, happy, down-to-earth sleep, hearty meal, no need to regret, complain and sigh! Of course, the best thing is to have a sense of accomplishment. It is generally necessary to pay the price and sacrifice to see the small state of the mountains. In this case, perseverance and painstaking efforts are the only thing we insist on doing at present! Life is not complicated. If you think about it calmly, everyone is the same. If you do your duty well, you will be a qualified person and a person with a sense of accomplishment! Now the sky finally cleared up, a piece of blue, white clouds blossoming, moisture filled, there is a kind of ambiguous smell. Suddenly I saw my colleague Beier, wearing a tight white floral top, tight white jeans, a thick-line sandals, revealing white toes like lotus root, slim and slim, light and supernatural, calm and elegant, it looks mature and sophisticated in the quiet, just like the elegant and plain lily, which brings some beauty and joy to the surrounding world. It is natural to feel comfortable and pleasant in it. Lily flowers after summer rain are wonderful! On a sunny day in midsummer, the Dragon Boat Festival is coming, so happy and sigh! Unexpectedly, poor boys also enjoy extraordinary happiness one day, wonderful, beautiful, good! I think that happiness and self-sufficiency really have fragrance and charming taste, and tonight I will definitely have a dream, a colorful dream! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Life

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Bowls of looking

If I came out from home, the first thing I encountered was rows of tall buildings. With their solid and huge bodies, they couldn’t help blocking my warm looking. My eyes hit the silver-gray wall, and then I was bounced back like table tennis. I felt the unspeakable anxiety and pain in my eyes and heart. In fact, the buildings in this beautiful Jiangnan town I live in are getting higher and higher. This small town is expanding crazily along the two sides of Shaxi vertically, just like there are two invisible giant hands pushing the wheel of the small town to change with each passing day or prosper. I was submerged in such a hard and dense high-rise Canyon. I looked back again and again ardently, just like the wings broken by the proud eagle in flight, therefore, my ups and downs heart is filled with inexplicable anxiety, anxiety and endless confusion. If I could go further, if I walked to the bank of Shaxi River, suburb or all places with broad vision, my gaze would not stretch too far. I looked here, I looked over there, I saw the blue backbone of rolling mountains, which were far away from me, but they were much taller than the buildings in the city, there is an irresistible majesty and power. I finally wriggled there alone like a worm. I couldn’t see further and more thoroughly. My bright eyes were blocked back, just like some glittering fragments of lightning, they fell sadly one after another. In the narrow gap between the Earth and time, I heard the twitching of my heart and silent crying. I was like a worm that no one found. I wriggled in the flying dust in the world, it seems that I don’t know what year it is. I have been silently looking around and living in the basin for many years. Before that, I walked in the vast northeast plain. In the cold winter in summer, even in the spring days when the seedlings on the fields were not flourishing, I could indulge in grazing my free eyes. I can see from one village to another. I can see the faint and indistinct horizon. I can see the rain in the wandering clouds in the distance and the Sunshine flowing behind the clouds, even later in the vast Northwest, my looking eyes would not easily break like sharp flying arrows. For example, I stand on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, for example, I stand deep in the sand sea, and I am always surrounded by a kind of vast magnificence or generous solemn and stirring. I stood there, like a real person. White clouds were like washing or the sky was high. How important it was to me. What’s more important is that I heard my free breath and heartbeat. My looking eyes are unobstructed, and my looking eyes are like countless soft flying feathers, my looking eyes can reach all directions smoothly. Do you know the vastness and magnificence? It is a sacred place that makes people open-minded and soul-stirring. Even if a person is very humble, he will not feel his humble, fragile and lost as long as he appears in such a sacred place. Just like a grass on a high mountain, it is much higher than a luxuriant tree growing on a depression. My father once lived in a small town ten years ago, but later he never wanted to come again. This farmer, who has worked hard on the plain for most of his life, has been used to the sunrise and sunset there and the birth, aging, illness and death there. He stayed in the small town of Jiangnan for more than a month, and he was also agitated and chattered for more than a month. I could feel that my father was like a flying bird in a cage, which reminded me of my unforgettable experience when I first came to the small city. My father said why there are mountains all around, it is too oppressed and depressed here! Looking at my father’s unhappy expression, I really want to say that this place is the Meilie Basin. This city is built on both sides of the narrow Shaxi River. It is said that the Kuomintang set up a concentration camp here before liberation. But I didn’t say anything. I just looked at my father who was eager to return with the same sympathy. In fact, I know little about the history of the rise of Jiangnan. I just feel that everything here is fresh and strange. But I don’t like the sunrise or sunset in basins or depressions, just as I don’t like the comfortable and closed lifestyle of people in small cities. But I must get used to these slowly, just like a sheep running on the grassland. In order to survive and breathe freely, I must learn to look for food or dream in the longitudinal forest. I thought I had been used to it for so many years, but in fact it was not the case. Just like my unhidden dream, I always dream back to the Great Plains of Northeast China and the Gobi mountains or grasslands in northwest China, where the mighty and mighty of a horse and plain makes me dream. But when I woke up from a dream, I still curled up in the basin, smiling alone or crying secretly in the small city surrounded by mountains. I know how important a person’s position and environment are, just like a frog in the bottom of a well, the sky it watches is so small. Although I don’t think people living in small cities are frogs at the bottom of the well, you can’t deny the influence or shelter of environment on one’s mind. What I said was that I was far from adapting to the world and climate in the basin. That kind of comfortable and comfortable life was no different from a silent murder to my excited soul. In many passing nights and days, I hid under the tall eaves of the small town, looking around or picking up the fragments of scattered eyes. I couldn’t convince myself, so I started to run away or flee again and again. But where can a person in a wheelchair escape? Finally, I came back obediently and returned to the small town to the warm nest. I fell in love with a woman and slept together at night to have children. I found that I was much older soon. In the place where my eyes were blocked or broken again and again, I felt that my grazing eyes finally gathered into my heart sadly, Like a beam of clear icy and cold moonlight, my slow beating heart was deeply submerged. In fact, I am still eager for my blood to run like rivers, and my eyes to fly like soft feathers. But I feel that something has locked me. Is it the atmosphere of the basin or the world in the basin? I don’t want to know, I really want to say to my heart: Do you really want the joy of flying? When I got the affirmative answer, I became more and more trapped. I am want to complete a spiritual breakthrough? I am want to stand on the top of the mountain opposite the city? My eyes fell sadly on the wheelchair in the corner of the room, and my heart began to feel endless pain at that moment. I don’t know when, my hand holding the pen has become weak and weak. What I love is those tender and romantic words. I feel my decline, decadence and spiritual collapse. In countless alternating nights and days, I never took pains to ask myself: Can I still be bold and vigorous in writing? Can I still climb high and look at the mountains? Can I still let my inner blood flow like rivers? How eager I am that what flows out from my pen tube is not pale water, but crimson blood or smelly tears? But it seems that I have already been overwhelmed. Being alone in the bottom of fate is far more horrible and helpless than living in the basin. I longed for the joy of being blown or torn by the fierce desert like a camel in the desert of thousands of miles, but the grand scenery had long been far away from me. I just crouched up in the basin of fate, and my hot prying or looking eyes were blocked by the hard and straight Mountain again and again. I found that I had become shortsighted and vulgar. In the turbulent turbid flow of the world of mortals, who on earth covered my eyes? When I questioned myself like this, an eagle in the distant sky had already folded its proud wings, and I fell down with a withered hand holding a pen, I saw the sad running Red Snow Fox in the wilderness. I saw the sunrise or sunset in the distance, bending my leaning sky and deep in the quiet night, reading Guo Xiaochuan’s poems alone, I found the autumn of tuanpowa which was gradually left out and forgotten again, and saw the magnificent spirit of a poet who refused to compromise to life in the low valley of fate, the quiet blood gradually began to make noise or high tide. When I fell into my dream in the narrow Jiangnan town, I was chasing the sunset of the long river or the lonely smoke in the desert wildly all the way. At another spiritual height there, I seemed to have accomplished a solemn Breakthrough. I was doomed to be unable to be imprisoned or compromised. Even in the narrow cage of bad luck, my fervent eyes would cross over the vast rivers and mountains. 2600 words 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…

Past cantabile

I always like to let my heart face the starry sky alone in the quiet night, which is a kind of self-intoxication. I hold my heart tightly and listen quietly to the gentle sliding of the night wind around my ears, the lingering coolness, slowly falling down the growing heart. Looking at the amorous feelings and flowing words all the way, telling the endless helplessness and novel loneliness, reading the stories of spring, summer, autumn and winter, turning into green poems and colored glaze beside the streams of time. Life is like a dream. In the flowing years like water, we are just passers-by in a hurry. No one can know whether the road ahead is a horse plain or a crossing. As long as we pass, we will freeze forever, turn into the clouds of the past. Whether it is happiness or sadness, after all, it is the past that the mark of our footsteps deposits into songs. Born in this world, we all have to endure the cold wind and rain and face hardships. But along the way, there are always countless ups and downs, as well as endless spring flowers and autumn moon, green trees and red flowers. When you are frustrated in life, you can sit and watch the red glow of the lonely Heron at dusk with a plain heart, or listen to the evening singing of fishing boats in the quiet night where the moon is as beautiful as water. The Silent Deep thoughts let the sentimental heart open the long notes with lasting charm, and those flashy fragments can always be retrieved between the past like songs. Those beautiful mistakes, fresh dreams and plain scenery will turn into warm details to comfort our souls. There are always different chances in life, and the past events like songs remember our former Glory or infinite sadness. Don’t confuse your eyes because of the past glory, don’t be covered by the gloomy wind and dust because of the past pain, the momentary moaning can only be exchanged for others’ temporary cheap sympathy and mercy. Don’t learn to complain, and don’t learn to sink. Only in the fragments of the past can you find the gap to step out of the mire or thorns, find your confidence and strength, so as to light the lamp of hope and set off with new hope. Then, while winning flowers and applause, it will also win the respect of others! Time is like the wind, and the past is like a song. I like to immerse myself in the past like a song in the silent night, recalling the past, recalling the journey traveled, looking back on the pride of youth and forgetting those sorrows, forget those sad and beautiful, let a pair of wise eyes look for the brilliant stars in the silent night through the dust of time. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

This year no spring

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Heart Lies

It is summer at this time, and the heat is hard to bear. The sun setting time is basically 7:55 these days. It was already 8 o’clock after dinner. I was washing the dishes with sweat on my cheek and back. My sister called me. Sister, hurry home. Mom was so angry that she couldn’t eat now when she knew about Dad, wash your face with tears all day long. OK, I’ll be right over. I quickly cleaned up the bowl, ran upstairs to take a shower and get dressed quickly, took the car key and rushed down the stairs. My tears kept flowing out of the stairs, mom is not worthy of her life for dad, too bitter, really too bitter. Since I was two or three years old, I have only known that my mother is the only one who does everything in this family except my mother. Dad to us is good or bad I am little impression of, because he has little time to love we, even if talking to us no time, let alone with us out to play, I don’t remember whether he had pulled the hands of some of our siblings. Of course, until now, my siblings and I have no feelings with him, and I don’t know why I make out with my father like other children. In his eyes, he was not interested in this family except gambling or whoring. My mother was dragged by our four children, and she had to go to the factory to earn money to support us to eat and study. From morning till night, she was busy and frowned. She seldom saw her smile, she often heard her sobbing on the bed alone in the evening. She cried for a long time. Every time she heard it, her heart was twisted like a knife, thinking about how she could help more with her tiny strength. At that time, I was in primary school and went directly to the fireworks factory to earn cash after school every evening. When I went home and put the money in my mother’s hand, it was my happiest time, because I can finally see a smile on my mother’s face again. Yes, I am sensible. Although I earn little money, my mother is content, because finally someone can care about her and feel that she has helped her, but she loves me after all, my child, go home earlier. Don’t be too tired. These words are often mentioned to me. In fact, I know everything. It’s just because my father is too irresponsible that she is so tired and painful that she can’t laugh. She has no reason to be happy, even a thoughtful word had never been received, as if she had stepped into the deep mire of sadness since her marriage. Now when we grow up and have our own home, we seldom stay with our mother, and we don’t know what she has now. Every time we go home, mom always cooks a table of dishes that our sisters like to eat. No matter how tired she is, she will be content to see us live well. She always has a bright smile on her face, which makes us unable to find the endless pain in your heart. She has been working selflessly for the family, for her husband and for the children for 30 years with her father. She always runs the family without saying a word, for the father she loved, she gave all she had. She was 6 years younger than her father, but the trace on her face was obviously more than that of her father. My mother was perfect, so perfect that even when my father came back and wanted to abandon her, he could not find any excuse and reason for her bad in any aspect. I was already sobbing when writing here. My mother was always painful in my heart, but I had no other way to make her happy and comfortable except to guide her with all my heart. Dad, Where is your conscience? Thirty years have passed, when did you let mom worry? When will she be happy? When will she feel comfortable? You always make her sad, worry, grieve and worry about everything. We, as children, see it in our eyes and feel painful in our hearts. We always think that you will have a day to turn back, mom always forbids us to expose your true face, fearing that you will have opinions on us and that we will be hurt by you. She has been thinking for everyone around her, but you, where is your heart, have you washed clothes for her even once? Did you wipe her body once during the more than ten days she lay on the bed after her serious illness operation? Did you wash her head once? Have you washed her face once? Have you ever comforted her? Have you ever loved her 6 years younger than you? You didn’t, you didn’t, you didn’t do anything. I didn’t go to investigate for the time being. Now, you are 56 years old, and you still have to mess around outside. The facts and evidences are all there, but you still have to swear that if I am good with that woman, I will not die. Do you think who will believe your nonsense? You swear too much. Do you think a lie can really come true once a thousand times? You said you were sorry for mom, so you turned around and went out to fool around with other women. You didn’t go home all night, which made mom cry for you all night till dawn. On your birthday, you brought your lover to your home to eat a table of food that mom had worked hard for you. Don’t you think your conscience was eaten by a dog? You gave the fresh dishes that mom planted early in the dark to that bitch at your fingertips, in the name of giving them to business partners. You didn’t do any housework at home, but went to help that woman farm and fertilize. If you have something fresh and delicious, you will be the first one to want to buy more for that woman. For half a year, my mother paid all the living expenses of the family with the salary she earned in the factory. Have you ever thought how tired and painful your wife is? What about you, where are you, where are the money you earned? We know the liver clearly. You are afraid that your lover will suffer. Where is your wife? Should she be your nanny, your servant and your servant? Who will bear what he has done for you? For thirty years, she has been working for this family for three decades. No matter how disorderly you are outside, she has endured it silently, taking all the burdens of this family alone and never quarreling with you, in order to hope that you can come back to her one day. It’s good that you can go home once a week, but you go home and make dozens of phone calls with your lover in front of your mother. How can your wife feel embarrassed? Where are your children’s faces? Dad, Where is your conscience? Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Lying reading

I have been on holiday for a long time and spend a lot of time. Unfortunately, besides reading books, I can’t find anything else that makes me happier. I don’t want to read those professional books of laoshizi, so I don’t even look at them when I go to the library. Go straight to idle books. The so-called idle books are nothing more than literary style, such as proses, novels, collections of famous artists, poems and operas. There are too many books like this. I buried myself in the sea of books and searched for it. Anyway, I want to get what I like. Finally, I got 15 books, carried them home happily, and went to the sofa for a happy moment. I really like the moment when I read books not for fame and wealth but for joy. No purpose, no pressure, just like it. Just like you love someone, not for appearance, not for body position, just because you like it. For reading idle books, you don’t have to sit tight or think hard. You just need to let your heart wander freely between the words; Encounter flowers and flowers, encounter waves and waves, meet songs and dance together; this is a spiritual journey. I often lie on my own soul journey. In addition to eating, drinking, pulling and scattering during the day, I just lay in the sofa and read books one by one. I saw Dan Brown’s suspense from Ji Xianlin’s prose. If there is no big deal at night, lie down the same. Books are exciting; I am so happy. I, who was ignorant, did not know that such a master as Ji Xianlin once wrote such a good prose. Because his turtleneck and Sanskrit are unfathomable, just like a Mount Everest. I only dare to look up and dare not approach. This time I searched and picked it up in the library, and unexpectedly turned to his prose anthology. I picked one on the spot to read, and was captured immediately. After that, the first book I read lying at home was selected essays of Ji Xianlin. Ji Lao’s words are fresh and meaningful, and the articles are sincere. I often burst into tears when reading, and couldn’t help myself. I like that kind, kind and wise heart, and even the indignation also expresses that gentle and deep, and there is a kind of desolation beauty. I finished reading this anthology soon, but I was still not satisfied, so I borrowed Ji Xianlin’s complete prose. I continued reading while lying down. I thought I had reached the depth of my heart and was very satisfied. I also picked up a book named Qian Zhongshu and Yang Jiang’s prose, and read it lying down, but I felt unable to lie down when reading it. It is different from reading Ji Lao’s prose. Reading Ji Lao’s books, your heart seems to rise and fall along with those words, and you can sink to a deep place all the time. You are very relaxed and intoxicated, and you forget yourself completely. But Qian Zhongshu’s words are too witty. You see that he seems to be talking and laughing casually, but you are unconsciously bypassed and confused, so you don’t know what to say, only when you saw Mr. Qian smiling cunningly at the end of the article, did you realize that it was like this. So look at such words, you really need to think. So it is a little inappropriate to lie in this idle posture. When I was young, it seemed that I was not very patient to read proses, and I preferred to read novels with plots. After all, prose is the author’s own emotion and experience. People who are young often lack the perception of life, so they are not able to understand others’ feelings, let alone resonance. Now I am older and have some experience, so I like prose more and more. When I was young, I often sat in the posture of reading, which was impatient, quick-witted and full of dates; Just like eating, how many young people would chew slowly? Now I am no longer so urgent or greedy to study. My heart is long, and I taste them one by one slowly and carefully. I know the beauty there, and I just linger there; I know there is smell, and I just smell the fragrance and read the text there. Just like a tour that is not a group tour, you can arrange your own trip, tasting beautiful scenery and delicious food as you wish. Therefore, reading while lying is a good posture, which is the enjoyment of a broad heart and a smooth body. Reading while lying makes me have no time or space to accommodate my sadness. If the book can heal my wounds, let me keep reading it. After reading it, I finally forget why I feel sad. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

I ‘ve been here, and I’m very good (selected writers)

That day, when his foster father went to work in the field and passed a small bridge full of grass, he heard the baby crying, which was already very weak. He looked around, and as expected, he saw a baby who had just been born for a few days lying in the grass, already dying. There was a note inserted in the small package, which said at 12 o’clock on October 20th. Looking at this young kitten’s crying life, his foster father hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to take her away. He sighed and said, “Son, what do I eat, you can eat whatever you want. Her foster father named her she Yan, and she grew up slowly under the careful care of her single father. Without milk powder, dad took her to the house where there were breast-fed children and begged them to feed her. More often, he fed her with rice soup, therefore, little she Yan was always thin and often ill. Under her father’s fear, little she Yan grew up to be a very lovely little girl. She was very sensible. When she was five or six years old, she knew to help her father cook, wash and mow. When she was in primary school, she knew that she should study hard and take the first place in the exam. Only in this way can she make her father happy and laugh happily. As expected, she always ranked first in the exam. Every day after school, she would tell her father interesting things happened in school, which often made her father laugh happily. She was very happy when she saw her father laughing. The days are flowing quietly like this. However, misfortune came to this lovely girl. That day, she left school and was about to help her father to work. However, somehow, there was a nosebleed. She hurried to wash it in the washbasin, but the washbasin was dyed red soon. Dad had to take her to the township health center, but after a shot, the blood flow was bleeding. The doctor said, “I can’t see her here, so go to a big hospital quickly! The father and the daughter hurried to the big hospital. Due to the large number of people, she had to wait there, but her nose was still bleeding. The small spittoon basin was almost full. The doctor saw that things were not good, she was busy taking her to check. It turned out that Xiao she Yan had leukemia. This poor child! So hospitalization doctor told requires a minimum of 300,000 yuan, where get so much money! My father borrowed all his relatives and friends, but there was still a long way to go. He decided to sell his adobe house, but it was still a drop in the bucket. In the hospital, little she Yan looked at her father’s thin face, said, dad, my illness is not good-looking, and it is incurable, let’s go home! I voluntarily gave up treatment, and my father was also very helpless. Without money, how could I cure the disease! In this way, they returned home. If it were not for a journalist aunt named Fu Yan, she Yan might float down from the wind quietly like a leaf falling quietly. This little flower on the withered vine, because of a report of Aunt Fu Yan, her humble life had the reason and hope to live again. Many people see the report, domestic and, or foreign, have helped him, ten days have 540,000 yuan of donor money is. The operation cost of little she Yan was settled, and the hope of life waved to her again. She was received from home to the hospital for surgery. This strong little girl, when doing the puncture examination, the needle was pierced into her rib. She didn’t cry or scream, and her tears didn’t flow or move. She did the same when she was doing chemotherapy. She spit out all the food she had eaten without saying a word. She went through nine gates one after another, including septic shock, sepsis, haemorrhagia and massive hemorrhage of digestive tract. Everyone thought that little she Yan was saved, But she was too thin and ill to eat for a month. Finally, she couldn’t help eating a small piece of instant noodles secretly, which aggravated her illness due to gastrointestinal bleeding. Her abdominal pain was unbearable, and the doctors all wanted to share the pain for her, but there is nothing we can do about the menacing illness. Little She Yan said, aunt, tell me to die. She took out three chapters of letter paper from the bottom of the pillow, which were densely filled with words, some were pinyin, and there were also many typos. Aunt alone appeared 16 times, and she said goodbye to aunt, we dream see you. Aunt, my father’s house is going to collapse. Dad, don’t be angry, don’t jump off a building, aunt, you should watch my father. Aunt, give me some money to our school. Thank you, aunt, for telling the president of the Red Cross that after I die, I will give the rest of the money to patients like me to make their illness better. Doctors gave her blood transfusion to rescue her, but little she Yan still stopped breathing in pain and died peacefully. The doctor tried his best to save her for 80 minutes after she stopped breathing, but finally she failed to save her life. This beautiful and poetic girl, the pure and water-like fairy, finally stayed away from everyone. The Internet became a sea of tears. Everyone felt very sorry and heartbroken. The doctor’s aunt once said a word to Xiao she Yan, if you like, just call me mother! Little She Yan called her doctor’s mother timidly. The doctor’s aunt felt shocked and soon calmed down. She said, “good boy, see a doctor well. When the disease is cured, my mother will take you to KFC, a miserable child, she didn’t know what KFC was like until she died! The next day, the doctor aunt brought her a pair of socks, which were white. She was so big that she had never worn the socks. The aunt asked her what else did you want, mom bought it for you? She said she wanted a pair of red leather shoes. The doctor and aunt went to the children’s clothing store and spent 80 yuan to buy her a pair of red leather shoes. She was so happy and happy! However, due to the injection, she had to take off her shoes and socks. In this scene, everyone in the room cried. She once asked a journalist aunt a question. She asked, why did they donate money to me? The journalist’s aunt said, “they are all kind people, so they donate money to you.” she said, “aunt, I also want to be kind. Little She Yan, she didn’t break her promise. She really became a kind person. This girl with a pair of sparkling eyes and a transparent heart, her last sentence in this world is: I have been here, and I am very good. She hoped to die in autumn. Her slim body was like the process of a flower blossoming naturally. When yellow flowers piled up and fallen leaves dancing in the air, she would see swallows who traveled far and wide, she volunteered to give up treatment, World Chinese gave her 540,000 divided into seven, to life as a hope of divided the cake among seven is hovering between life on the Little Friend. Many citizens attended the funeral of this little girl. There was a smiling photo of her in her graveyard. The inscription on the front side said: I have been here, and I am very good (2012.11.30-2010.8.22). Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…