Stuffy rain

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…

Sea

Sending children to school in the south, the first time I came to Zhanjiang, Guangdong, was to see the sea. Those of us who were born in the mountains, I am afraid that what we yearn for most in our life is to look at the sea. The boundless imagination, the boundless vastness and the integrated world are full of infinite temptations. I have been agitating for many years and times. Now there is a chance to come here, and the sea must be seen undoubtedly. Although Zhanjiang, Guangdong province has reached the edge of the sea, it is still a harbor after all. What we saw in the Sea city of Zhanjiang was also the shallow sea, which was not vast at all. Although we heard that the East China Sea Fleet was stationed here, we could only look at the ocean and sigh. We couldn’t know what it was and watch its elegant demeanour. The sea city here, the first day we arrived in Zhanjiang, has been anxious to come here. I felt that there were many ships, countless large and small ships docked in the harbor, and countless large and small ships wandering on the sea. To see the real sea, you have to take a car of more than 40 kilometers to the East Island. On September 18th, I went to Donghai Island together with a parent of a Tianshui student. I came to Longhaitian. Walking out of Zhanjiang city, the road is full of coconut trees, which are typical tree species in the South, standing straight on both sides of the road. The road is flat and stretches infinitely. Looking out from the car, it really feels like a dome in the sky and a feeling of harmony between heaven and earth. When it comes to Longhaitian, it is already sunny. Having arrived here, I have to face the sea. On the contrary, I am not excited at all, because I already have it. We slowly found a place to have breakfast, and we watched several seafood restaurants, ready to taste at noon, then we came to Longhai Tianhai beach leisurely. As soon as I walked to the beach, it seemed that the four eyes were suddenly open, boundless and boundless blue sea. There are not many people on the beach. The sun has already been shining, and it shows a certain power. I took off my shoes and walked across the beach. The fine sand made my feet spicy and painful, and sweat also flowed on my forehead. It is said that this Longhaitian is the largest beach in China. It can be passed vertically only tens of meters, but it seems to be very long, and it can’t reach the sea water for a while. It seems that this statement is very true. I am was very reserved and careful, and also approached the sea devoutly. The rising and falling tide is just around my eyes. After all, I am still intoxicated. But I still went inside again, and the White Sea waves were coming one after another, which was still frightening. I think I should get closer and get used to it. Is this the seaside? Is this the seawater? Is this the waves? What I stepped on under my feet, what I held in my hands, and what I lifted on my head were the authentic seawater in the Pacific Ocean? Facing the increasing number of tourists and the unfamiliar Fellows, of course, I have to suppress my impulse. I must be an adult, and I won’t shout and jump like a child. However, I am still very satisfied in my heart, very proud, and the lowest. I have experienced the joy of facing the sea. This unobstructed enjoyment and boundless feeling cannot be found in the mountains, never find it. Although I have contacted the sea for countless times through such media as words, pictures and television, they are all Indirect. Compared with this kind of zero distance, it can hardly be mentioned in the same breath and absolutely irreplaceable. I kept taking photos. I changed different angles and pressed my shutter repeatedly. I couldn’t wait to put the whole sea view into my camera completely. Sometimes I even behaved blindly and fixed those scenes that shouldn’t have been shot. Someone has been surfing, surpassing the area marked by the red flag and green flag, fighting and challenging; There are also many little girls picking up shellfish, digging in the thick sand, looking. Thinking about it, even with the sea, waves and beaches, I am afraid that the wind will be calm, even if the waves hit the shore, even if the days will last for a long time. If there is no care and habitat of life, how much significance will it have. The sea is the source of life. We are close to the sea, praising the sea, not praising life and sighing the meaning of life’s survival. The sea is the hometown of all life. The movement of the sea is the growth of life. I asked those little girls who picked up shellfish that they also spoke Mandarin, which certainly had obvious local flavor. Picking it home is not for money, but for cooking. I understand. I also learned from them and picked up many conch and seashell with them. I remembered many songs about the sea I sang when I was young, and I also took their figures. My companions who came with me also took many photos for me. A 50-year-old man also picked up souvenirs of the sea with me. I think the sea is just around us. Her depth, his blue, her broadness and her broadness are all close to us, no matter the sunrise on the sea, or the bright moon at sea, even mirage, in fact, is in our hearts. Perhaps, it was still a long way from the northwest to the coast of the East Sea. I grew up so big and lived for so many years, but I didn’t even make a trip once. However, in terms of modern traffic information, it is also easy to insist on coming. Even, as long as you turn on the computer, you can have a panoramic view of everything in the world. When you come, you will have a feeling of being on the scene. In fact, the most beautiful artistic conception is still in my own heart and aesthetic. Although I had a personal experience, I would have more ideas and aftertaste. Unconsciously, I stood on another Highland. In fact, the short process of looking at the sea was soon replaced by the more hurried and distant journey. But my feelings about the sea have zero distance contact. My pride of being on the shore of the sea will always inspire me and inspire me. In addition, I have a more real understanding and taste of the surging waves, the vast sea surface and the fishy smell of the sea water. This kind of skin-cutting perception will also be inscribed in my heart, it will emerge at any time, awaken, fill the memory of my life, and enrich my lonely heart. This is the biggest benefit for me to see the sea in East Island this time. Maybe, I can also write a short text to praise the vastness and broadness of the sea, to correspond to the magnificence and straightness of the mountains, and to face the towering mountains like clouds in the future, my thoughts fly to the rippling sea… the sea, my hometown. I desire, I praise. 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…

Time Long

Previously, it was said that as time went by, childish children drove around the village with bamboo poles. This morning, I may not feel that when the dusk falls, firewood will grow on the hillside, and the small town will be particularly clean; At this time, someone who loves you will hold your right hand, the slate will turn late, and the street lamp will start to burn, but for a moment, my heart was in a hurry and panic. Some people from my hometown called me in my ear, and some wind from my hometown blew my sideburns, I saw houses with blue bricks and tiles and intertwined cornices, but here is not my hometown. What if it is not my hometown? After school, the dolls coming home at the school gate were bustling. You were as happy as you saw them; The red light was on, and a group of colorful pedestrians gathered at the intersection. You were as happy as you saw them; winter is coming, and I feel the same joy when I hold my hands around my mouth. I used to yearn for the days that I could have no worries about food and clothing, love and love, go home to visit my parents, visit my relatives and friends, enumerate them one by one, but the fun of life is endless, maybe you can’t imagine tonight, he would have a long talk with a young teacher in the small room; The winter night was cold, and you might not expect that when you stand on the balcony and call your parents now, your hands would be too cold to feel. Sometimes I suddenly miss the old time and hometown, but sometimes I think that where I am is where I am, and people’s thoughts are always unpredictable. Days flow slowly, Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall. I often think that I may not be considerate and gentle enough to Iraq, and I will change my temper in the future; I often think that my dishes are not delicious enough, because many old dishes have not been able to accurately grasp the temperature for a long time; I often think that my articles are not good enough, because there are many new feelings that have not yet been understood, I also often ask the elders where my improper way of doing things is, and whether the theories and knowledge I have learned can be used to connect with the usual problems that I will think about unconsciously when walking on the road, thinking about it again, the days were really long, and I was still allowed to think about these fragmentary problems. I remember the past days, which were used to think about what to do in the future. We use nostalgic materials to drift in our minds. If people are also drifting at this time, it is easy to feel sad. But I thought it was worth celebrating to meet memories, especially in other places. The days are messy, so I don’t often recall it, but once I recall it, it is like meeting old friends. It is extremely rare and I will enjoy it very much. Because at that time, I would know how to keep moving forward. When I was reading, I thought that words were the most beautiful, because she could describe any kind of beauty in the world, so I liked words, and began to sense life with touch, four Seasons and rain, strong winds and rice, I saw a whole vibrant farm and a wide variety of museums appearing in the words, and I even saw with my own eyes that time was truly engraved in the words, every second of scenery is captured. However, words can’t express people’s thoughts as much as possible, which I think is a pity. Most of the time, when we see the words themselves, we can understand too little, but the information that a feeling brings to you is clear, so clear that you know everything. Therefore, no matter in words or in life, we should learn a feeling, which is only as small as the heart and as big as the world. Later, when I talk about time, the world will be warm in my heart. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

We all “read” ourselves

I haven’t mentioned emotional things for a long time. I mainly feel that after being taken out of my body by life, I am destroyed by emotional things and have no strength to talk about emotional things. However, sometimes life is really helpless: The more you don’t want to mention, the more you have to mention; The more you don’t want to do, the more you have to do. Just as people said when joking-which pot do you not open! Yes, it made me touch it today. Today, I was going to write something on the computer in the computer room of the school — poetry, but my mobile phone suddenly rang before half of my poem was written. At that time, what I saw on the mobile phone screen was that I didn’t want or didn’t intend to answer the strange number from other places, but finally I answered it. I was interrupted by the other party before my question was spoken out. It turned out to be a phone call from a friend who had not contacted me for a long time. What did we say? In fact, I don’t know, just because we talk too long and have too much content, and I have always been a supporting role. I only vaguely remember that she said that she hadn’t found a suitable job until now after graduation, and she had been taking all kinds of exams from beginning to end, the journey and shuttle can be described as flying to the south and heading to the north — big cities all over the country are flying and wandering everywhere, but the work has been hanging out without success. Another thing is — emotional things. She said that she met a boy in her local area, saying that the boy wanted to pursue her, but she didn’t agree at the beginning; She didn’t agree at the beginning, because she thought that the other’s education background was too low. However now? What did she say? The boy was really a little handsome. He began to like him a little and couldn’t let him go. It felt very contradictory. He said he wanted to hear my opinion. My God! Do you want my opinion? To be honest, my own emotional life has been in a mess. What nonsense do you want to listen to me? To be honest, I really don’t want to mention this, because I am a loser and a weak person. But after all, we are friends. If we don’t talk with each other, it will inevitably make our friends unhappy and sad, so we have talked with each other for a long time. But: she said, I listen. I could feel it on the phone. She said: If you want to work, you don’t have a decent fixed job, and you have to travel around; If you want to be emotional, you are almost three to ten years old, but you don’t even have a boyfriend. Then, she said: if a woman is older, it is difficult to find a partner, especially to find a person with good or superior conditions in all aspects, it is even harder to find someone who meets your favorite. In the end, I added a sentence disappointedly: I will talk to her, if it doesn’t work, I will marry him at the worst. Putting down the phone, her words circled in my mind for a long time, making myself unable to fall asleep. I thought: what happened to us? How can I do it? Hey! It turns out that we all read our own books (homophonic to gambling and losing)! 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…

Life is a piece of brocade, and time is a pair of scissors

Suddenly I was very tired and slept by the window. The bitterness and happiness are flourishing and leisurely, with a flick of a finger. After experiencing the vicissitudes of the secular world, I suddenly look back; The tired mood is like a lullaby, shaking the swaddling fingertips. Life should really be a song, singing classic melody. Life should be more a poem, expressing emotion with a touch of touch. Life should also be a vibrant River; It is dotted with the unique scenery of nine twists and Eighteen Bends on both sides. Life is a beautiful brocade; The fleeting time is a pair of scissors, cutting out our same makeup. Why do you suddenly want to sleep? Just because my heart is very tired. Happiness, sadness, happiness and pain are mixed together and turned into a hand, tightly grasping the swinging hope in the storm. The charming mind curled up into a flower demon, sitting quietly and murmured to practice the perfection of the light fairy. The elegant and harmonious mood seemed to be like the Buddhist dust in the hands of the Taoist priest, waving 36,000 silk threads; Releasing the cloud and smoke years like the river running. The splendid and low-key life is decorated with lines and paragraphs of your lovesickness. The turntable of memory is engraved with your shining name which will never fall down. The sweet green vines are lingering, looking forward to not meeting at the edge of time. Life Garden, who holds a pair of years scissors? Cut down the melancholy hair and sparse eyebrows. Whether it was careless or casual, the brow and the corner of the eye were involved; The scars were cut one after another. Pick up those fine oval and smooth pebbles along the riverside of the years and arrange them into shiny and warm lines of poetry. The shell hanging in your ears melodious sounds of your intoxicating nature, with the rising and falling sea water cadence. Your voice will never be hoarse or fade away. The sound of waves and red leaves came one after another, leaving the Love I wrote down with infatuation on the beach. Hold back the sound of crying, and the eyes which cast into the distance are already misty. A piece of brocade, a cut; A river, a bend; A bridge, a Oar; A sad piano, a sad word of lovesickness; A mountain, a peak, a thousand peaks, one cloud, one rain, ten thousand years. A flower brilliant spring-summer, leaf withered autumn and winter. How to endure the cutting of years in a splendid life? I have lost my weight in the bright moon, and I have lost my weight in the annual rings. As time goes by, the waterways are winding; How much wandering and tired? On the shore of the broken bridge Lake, the flying oars swing the clouds; Pursue the eyes of the Lotus Fairy. The left hand gently fondles the sad string, and the right hand lightly touches the lovesickness and resentment words. Four Seasons, clouds and rain peaks, love you for 10,000 years! Sweep away the gloomy gray dust, and the writing style of thinking suddenly turns back; Condense the distance, the Big Dipper of hope is brilliant and dazzling. The loss, regret, depression, sadness and sorrow will be driven to the corner with fear trembling. Immersed in the vast ocean mind, I stood on tiptoe and stepped on the edge of the worn years to touch the beautiful blue sky. The brilliance of self-confidence shines out of the gloomy and colorful, a graceful and elegant ending. A chapter of life brocade, years scissors cut out the fat dark paragraph; Suddenly enlightened comprehension edited into a book, the light wine, the green tea, the indifferent mood; Is the cover of my half a beautiful and comfortable life. It is easy to write and write about purple Moshi, and stay away from the hustle and bustle of chariots and horses; Live alone in a Book House, and drive the words like picking flowers and leaves; Drive my romantic, fresh and icy thoughts, and enjoy the happy and unrestrained life in. Life is a piece of brocade, beautiful and luxurious. Time is a pair of scissors, why are you afraid? 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…

The fallen flowers and lonely tears, how can I feel

The days are constantly repeating, and I am still writing about those sorrows as always, how many people pass, how many people have been faded quietly by their own memories —- inscription if I was wandering on the beach of life, I picked up marvelous shells one by one, and I used the threads of memory, string up a piece of eternal memories miss and feelings are like gurgling water, flowing back to the dream-like memories in a bridge of time and space, soaking my heart deeply and deeply. When you step over the yellow leaves and slow down in the rustling autumn wind, when you stare at the distant sunset stubbornly smearing the afterglow all over the ground, when you read a book alone in the silent afternoon, I gently saw your sad smile. In this deep memory, you are also a long painting scroll with fallen flowers and lonely tears. How can you feel. I don’t know whether the journey of fleeting time is too fast or life is the same; When the bell rings again, your pace is gradually moving away, and the rain cannot wash away the missing for you, the snow can’t cover the love for you, and the corner can’t listen to the sad music quietly with charm. The Heart will be flooded and tears will flow across the cheek aimlessly. The heart is dead and the love is heavy; water and sky are separated, only on one side. Seeking hard, but finally it’s just love alone! My thoughts were dripping, and the Twilight came back to the Earth; My eyes were still dim, and I complained about my loyalty. My tears stopped and passed by silently. This gray road, how should I choose to translate this prosperous and painful life in the cycle of life? It is not a memory, let alone a Spring and Autumn period,,, 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…

Son, hard

Because, experience, can understand; Because, sharpen, can increase wisdom; Because, bitter, can know, child age is precious. I didn’t expect that you would be so strong, and you could walk so far with your mother so boldly. Maybe it is because of your mother’s encouragement to you; Maybe it is because of your curiosity about new things; I only know that it is the first time for you to be so strong and brave. When my mother was already a little distressed and sleepy when she was walking in high-heeled shoes, seeing that you still had the character of being more and more brave, my mother suddenly increased her strength and courage, to speed up the journey, the raft will accompany you and move on again. We talked, chatted, walked and walked all the way. From the gate of the zoo to the panda breeding base, we talked and laughed all the way. You trotted along the road with your usual and difficult endurance and hardship spirit, approaching the near-stop license plate for some periods, and still did not jump happily from time to time, playing with my mother. Your clever appearance let mom see your back. It was also an extraordinary joy, and I was also happy for the inspiration. I accelerated the pace of the journey and moved forward to blend in. Our mother and son strolled along the journey simultaneously. Our journey is joyful, inspiring, and full of inspiring mood. Unconsciously, after passing through small stations one after another, we finally reached the goal. We waited there silently and quietly after we shared joy and agreement with each other, the vehicles in front are near the front.. Kid, Mom, I didn’t expect you today. I will behave so courageously and for such a wearproof happiness; I have never thought that I have never met you on such a long journey and have never walked such a long journey, I can survive, survive and trot with all my energy by biting my gum, and I don’t have any thoughts of spoiled and strange temper. Son, you are really good, and a good child for mom. Mom, proud of having such a strong you, and also for having such a sensible and smart you, I am delighted with your understanding and gradual maturity. Mom, I also deeply know that it is still at a young age that you have long felt that you are suffering from such a long and far Road. However, if you encounter it, it will be more difficult than this process. When you have no choice, how will you break in and deal with your efforts.. 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…

Those bent waist

In front of the door of our unit, the Sanitation Department placed a trash bin, which was always filled with all kinds of garbage. The strange smell was filled with mosquitoes and flies flying around. Most people pass by with their noses covered, or take a detour from afar for fear of escaping. But under the bright morning, the fierce noon, or the dark street lamp, I often find someone standing or squatting beside the trash can, and they bend down, he tried his best to look into the trash can, using simple tools and even hands to pick up things inside, looking for things that could be used to sell money. The strange smell and mosquitoes and flies seemed to not exist in them. They looked focused and devoted, as if they were exploring treasures. From time to time, they picked up something from the trash can, which was nothing but an empty bottle, an empty can, a few pieces of waste paper, or some old clothes, but their faces showed the color of joy. They wiped or folded the waste one by one, and put it into the bag beside them, as if they were collecting treasures. They searched carefully until the valuable waste in this trash can was removed, and then they set out towards the next trash can. When people who pick up waste are bending down to pick up things in the trash can, there are pedestrians passing by from time to time. Some people show an expression of disgust or contempt on their faces, while some people still make a tut sound in their mouths, muttered: It’s really dirty. However, I never feel that the labor of people who pick up waste is so low or hard to accept. On the contrary, my heartstrings are often touched by them, giving birth to feelings that life is not easy. Most of the people who pick up waste are old. Their hair is disheveled, their clothes are worn out and their faces are full of vicissitudes. Every time I see them, I will feel both pity and respect in my heart, what pity them is the hardship of their life, and what respect them is that it is not easy for them to live on their own even though their income is so low. I am not strange to bend my waist like a waste collector. In my memory, the waist of the villagers in their hometown mountain village always bent: in spring they bent down to transplant rice seedlings, in summer they bent down to weed, in autumn they bent down to harvest, in winter they bent down to fetch firewood, and their bent backs carried the four seasons, the hard work forms a golden ear, supporting myself and my family with steadfast work. When I was young, I also used to transplant rice, weed, mowing rice and firewood with my parents. I initially experienced the hardship of working and planted seeds in my heart that I respected for hard workers. Later, I went to work in my hometown county. On the busy streets, I often saw people who were pulling carts with their bent waist. Although the streets in the city were not muddy, they were not flat. Those uphill and downhill were a test for people pulling carts. When uphill, they stepped on the ground with their feet, clenched the handlebars with their hands tightly and put ropes on their shoulders, the body leaned forward with all strength, moving forward step by step. The bigger the slope is, the heavier the goods are. The back of the cart pullers will bend more severely. The sweat of beans will roll down in strings, and the veins on the forehead and arms will rise violently, finally, the body was straight and seemed to coincide with the ground. And downhill, pull flatbed’s people may not be easily, they need your body for Brake, 1.1 point down line, if the control is not good, May because of inertial impact car destroy damage people injured. Pulling a scooter is a hard job, and it depends on strength to eat. Among the group pulling carts, what impressed me most was pulling coal carts. The coal scooter is usually used for couples, and the man pulls it in front, The woman pushed the briquette behind to transport a truck full of honeycomb briquette to the residents’ homes in every corner of the city to earn a little bit of price difference. The faces of coal-pulling couples are usually black, their hands are black, their clothes are black, and even their sweat is black, which is a dazzling alternative in the city streets, but they bend down and bend back, the scene of pushing and pulling the scooter uphill made me awe-inspiring. Later, I went to work in a small town in Pearl River Delta, Guangdong Province. The small town was small, but there were more than 60,000 outsiders from all over the country. They made a living in various ways, and pedaling a tricycle was one of them. Walking on the street, it is common for human tricycle to come and go. The driver bends down in front and pushes hard, or one person sits in the back seat, or several people talk and laugh. I once sat on a tricycle, and soon after I set off, I saw the driver sweating, and then sweat like rain. I had to wipe the sweat with a towel on my neck from time to time to prevent the sweat from covering my eyes, the charge for the eight li journey is only over ten yuan. During the 365 days of a year, I can always see the figure of the three-wheel driver bending down and struggling to move forward. There is a kind of perseverance that moves me. In our society, some people earn a lot of money without any need, some people make a fortune with official hats, some people earn money easily with shade, and they spend generously, I don’t care about spending a lot of money, and I am arrogant. Compared with these people, those who bend down to work are really too hard to do things, with too little reward, and the situation is too difficult. Some people look down upon them and think that they have no ability to bear hardships. While they are smart and talented, living a superior life is taken for granted, but they don’t know others’ sureness, hard work and happiness, that is exactly what I lack. There are many people and things in the world, which are dazzling at first sight, but in fact, they are like smoke and fog. What is really worth our attention may be contained in ordinary daily life and reflected in those ordinary workers! Out of our sight, I know that there are still many people bending down to work, which is a huge group. Facing them, I used to bend down straightly, not flattery, but salute! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Heart Rain flying

Flowers fade, flowers bloom, winter goes and spring comes. In spring, I came to the Earth unhurriedly with intoxicating steps. Under the bath of the Sun, the grass in the field emerged green buds from the withered and yellow grass. The lawns along the road also burst into tiny flowers in the kiss of the soft wind one after another, and the petals were covered with lovesickness dew. Suddenly, a colorful color appeared in front of my eyes. In this season of floating dreams, the pure, unregretful and eternal love came with the faint scent, overflowing the body, refreshing the heart, lingering and wandering in the deep heart of Yangzhou Slender West Lake, trails on both sides and more plants spring in full bloom. Love refreshing cool, Slender West Lake cross-Strait Ying Ying green panoramic view, a delightful feeling from the bottom and born. Stretching out his hand, he held the warm sun into his arms, closed his eyes slightly, and his heart became warm. At this time, a gust of cool breeze brushed across the cheek, causing a mess of hair, crumpled the Heart Lake, and ripples of acacia. In the past days, I stubbornly kept a desire, a indifferent heart and a indifferent beauty, and thought that I had been cultivated into an immortal. And since the moment you walked into my life three years ago, you finally realized that the destined love has been shining in my life. When love once again rendered and permeated my whole body, the stream of love destroyed my emotional Dike which had been closed for many years. You, a quiet Southern woman, set off ripples in my heart. The Calm Heart Lake was no longer calm, and waves spread all over the sky, surging the spring of love. The vast sea of people, the fate comes and goes, the beautiful encounter, the fate of heaven. Between the lines, your figure becomes clearer and clearer. Light ink notes, please give me a piece of warmth with the radian of lips rising. If you are depressed, then let me spend it with you with a smile. Having you is the scenery. If you are well, is sunny. Since I have you in the Lake of my heart, I have never lost the sadness and confusion of the past. Every day, endless sweetness is rippling, and happiness is as sweet as the rain of my heart. In the world of emotion, let’s walk together and embrace each other tightly on our journey. Although we are all attached and reluctant to give up, we have to travel for life. Therefore, a touch of lovesickness remained in the distant mountains and near the water. Love is persistence, waiting and waiting silently. Dear, you are not around me, but always in my heart. You left me a sky of love. From then on, I stayed alone in the depths of the world of mortals, carefully sowing colorful dreams on it, watering and caring with love every day. Bathing in the spring sun, shuttling back and forth in the flowers blown by the wind, the tenderness buried in the bottom of my heart, just like the buds in bud, quietly waiting for Bloom in the spring breeze. I want to join hands with you to become a scenery, like a butterfly in the world of mortals with you. I had no choice but to see through the end of the world and couldn’t touch your hands. The world of mortals couldn’t touch your clothes. I could only fill my tender words with your affectionate eyes, let my gentle smile be printed in your heart forever. The gentle spring night was filled with lovesickness everywhere. Under that bright moon, we are looking forward to our meeting again on the colorful dreams full of maturity. For the truth, for the love, waiting for you is also a kind of sweet, looking forward to you is also a kind of happiness. I will wait for you on the road of love with my heart and soul, holding my thoughts like water softly; Holding the rain of spring waiting for you, washing away the tiredness of running and the ups and downs of years for you. Years are like water, flowing silently through the riverbed of the annual rings. In a twinkling of an eye, we silently held each other in our hearts and dreams. In this season, the most beautiful scenery is still you. Through the bright sunshine, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, it seems to see the full hope in the future life. My soul is in your heart, and my missing is in your dream. In this life, you are destined to be the scenery that I never get tired. I will build a warm love nest for you with love in my heart and treasure you forever. On the way to the future, in the emotional world, we will never allow each other to suffer any more harm. It is not allowed to let the sand that makes you sad or makes me sad fall into each other’s eyes, leaving the most beautiful and purest feelings to each other. Love, no reason, love, no regrets. In the days to come, let our life be happy and sweet like the rain in our hearts. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Recalling hometown

Today, I saw many pictures of my hometown on the Internet, among which there were some scenery many years ago. They were like a key, which suddenly opened the door of my memory, I can’t be calm for a long time with the memory of my childhood hometown surging in my heart! My hometown is a small town located in the deep mountains surrounded by grasslands. It only connects with the outside world by a railway through the cave. I spent the first 16 years of my life here! I still remember when I was young, I looked down at the only 21 small buildings in the town on the surrounding mountains while looking forward to the day when I could live in those cities with high buildings everywhere on TV! But now, I am sitting in the tall building I yearned for in my childhood, but my heart has already flied back to my fresh and plain town! This season is the spring of my hometown. The spring in my hometown is very short, but it is a season that I particularly like; Not only because it declares the beginning of a new round of seasonal rotation, which makes everything recover; But also because it is like autumn, it is a harvest season, which can make me a full snack. Every time it came to this season, the winter snow which had been accumulated for several months began to melt. In less than a week, the white town became wet and black. Then the outcrop of all kinds of animals and plants, the newly awakened forest frog in the small water bubble, the Zheluo fish who had a rest for a winter after opening the river, the mother-in-law Ding who broke the ground and the swaying willow in the wetland beside the water, all are my favorite delicious dishes! Until now, I always dream back to my hometown and think about my delicious spring food, which often makes my pillow cry! The summer in hometown is not long either, from late June to early August. Moreover, the summer in hometown is very cool, even in the hottest dog days, in the morning and night, I will also feel the coolness of the silk! In summer, I was often left with joyful playful memories. Most of the summer time was in the summer vacation. At that time, the children of family relatives would go to grandma’s house to live, together with my elder brother who was only a few months older than me and my younger brother who was one year younger than me, I went up the mountain to catch birds every day, went down the river to fish, played and played. It was a pleasure! The happiest thing is carrying a fishing net and watermelon, running to the place named Wuli spring 5 miles away from the town, and putting the watermelon in the spring water which keeps 1-2 degrees all the year round to cool down, then catch fish in the stream next to the wetland. After harvesting so many small fish, set up a small fire to bake, eating icy watermelon while eating burnt small fish, drinking the sweet spring water, and then burping a few times, as if that was the greatest pleasure in life! Autumn arrived in a hurry before summer could finish. At that time, the emerald green of the mountain became colorful and gorgeous, and the endless colors on the mountain made the rainbow fall into the deep forest after the rain, and the clouds that hit the top of the mountain in summer seemed to float up because of ashamed of their monotonous colors. At this time, it was also the gluttonous season that excited me! The sweet and sour chouli and the refreshing mountain Ding Zi made me reluctant to fall to the ground when I climbed up the tree; The golden yellow mushroom, the tender white mushroom and the beautiful purple flower face made me rush all over the mountain to find and refuse to return home; the old catfish in the river, the wild duck on the bubble, the pheasant in the meadow and the flying dragon in the forest make me eager to wear and refuse to give up; People who harvest in the forest, let me forget everything and only hope to return home for dinner! Around the National Day, the first snow representing the arrival of winter will come unexpectedly. At that time, the world was silvery white, as if the whole world was quiet and clean! Winter in my hometown is the longest season, which is also the season that I remember most. In winter, I get up every morning and press the window full of frost flowers with my hands. The frost flowers melted by body temperature will show all kinds of figures I want on the glass, usually, my little hands turned red with cold, but I still enjoyed it. I didn’t leave the tossed window with various figures until I was reprimanded by the adults at home. Walking out of the house, we could not see the road for a long time, only the hard snow was stepped on, walking on it crunching, along with the misty morning smoke in the quiet town, as if we were in the clouds. In my hometown in winter, there are two things I like best, one is skiing and the other is taking a bath. Skiing is not a normal way to slide with snowboards, but a variety of sleepers made by oneself, climbing to a certain hillside, then sitting on the sledge and rushing down with shouting, it was often a situation where people were looking up and down the mountain, but at that time there was only happiness without pain; Taking a bath was actually taking a hot spring, There are many hot springs in hometown, most of which are said to be in a nursing home built before liberation, and there are all kinds of temperatures. In winter, people often choose that kind of hot hot spring, A big pond with a diameter of more than, braving the hot steam, feels like being boiled when soaking in it. After a while, it will be covered with sweat, dispelling the cold air of winter completely, how can it be so comfortable! When I think of my hometown, there will be many scenes flashing in my mind one by one. Although I have been away for more than ten years and I have traveled all over my motherland several times, my hometown is still the most missed and missed place in my heart. 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…