West Side Story Jiangnan

Just like waking up from a dream, I saw someone else’s article Jiangnan, and the emotion hidden in the bottom of my heart was blocked in my heart, which was graceful! The south of the Yangtze River in my dream came along in the history. I knocked my dream open and whispered softly, asking me if I could pour the dust into my mind with my newborn feelings? I was not born when you were born. I was old when I was born. Jiangnan was born when I was not born. I was born yesterday when Jiangnan was not old. I never passed through that gentle breath, I have never seen the flowing water of bitterness. However, how can my drizzle-like love frown for you, and how can my love turn thousands of times into your light oars? Whether the Wupeng boat was drawn out in my dream, and whether it was frequently turned back in my heart like a broken soul? How could you fail to retain the newborn red beans in the south of the silence you placed in the Cold Moon for thousands of years? How did your shadow at dusk in the morning precipitate the love and hate love of literati throughout the ages?! I met you in my dream. The light ink back reflects the thick accumulation of historical dust and smoke without color. I never thought that you were so gentle and delicate, it was like the weathered dust of history, dyed by the moonlight. It turned out that love was precipitated by history, and it turned out to be such a moon-like color, like your low eyebrows and small puckles, I saw the shadow of tears left by Qianlong, the legend like Lotus, whether it was solidified by your little sleeve in which page of long poetic rhyme, Jiangnan, I have been two or ten years, did you ever wait for me to meet you several thousand years later? What kind of emotion did you plant there, which made me dream day and night, whether it was the previous life or this life, all my love is tied by you in that heavy moon shadow! What I lost is not me, but the love between my past and present! South of the Yangtze River, you are such a small shadow, the clear water is long, the feeling is long, the path is gloomy, the shadow is green and the feeling is long, when you were born, could I be the breeze between your Wupeng boat, when I was born, could you cut off my unrenewed love with quiet clear water? It was you who waited for thousands of years and maintained an agreement with me when I was born, it is my ignorant eyes that are doomed to escape by you. Jiangnan, you know how many years my love has been waiting for, and I am willing to be the spectator in your Wupeng boat, being held by you and sent to the Lane of love, is it your destiny or my lost life?! There is an emotion, which is lightly drawn by your low eyebrows. In the secluded Water Lane, how many silks and bamboos are bleak, how many pink and elegant, how many sad eyes are broken, how much hatred is soft! South of the Yangtze River, the Cold Moon is heavy, how do you get the clear tears of the dusty woman, and how do you put the sentimental minister and monarch at the border of the dream, Su xiaoxianghun can meet later generations, the teacher in Song Huizong’s dream: the willow shade is straight, and the smoke is very clear. On the Sui dike, I once saw several times of water blowing, and the floss saw off. Have you ever kept the water-like sorrow, and could you send the softness in the dream of walking away from that village. In ancient times, literati and Mogues were affectionate, but it was difficult for the brothel to lose its beauty! Qinghe Yi, if the water is soft, a corner of clean water smeared a light kiss. In the boat covered by the pipa, who knows how many genuine drifting of true love is exchanged, in the three-inch pomegranate skirt of Golden Lotus, the sorrow was faded by the light fog of Jiangnan, and the intersection of bitterness and pain you know made the crystal clear in the Wupeng Boat. Jiangnan, who is your love, who has left your pain and fickle footprints that have gone through every delicate face? How can I face your vicissitudes of emotions and hold you in my arms, feel the classic under the light umbrella in the clouds! In my dream, the West Lake, under the umbrella, the Queqiao leaves Immortals! The love we met thousands of miles made the oiled paper umbrella carry too many people’s persistence in love. The couple we met at Queqiao, who supported yesterday’s time, welcome his slim love in the bright rain. Jiangnan, who have you given so many circumstances to let them meet in yesterday’s tomorrow and this bright time? Under the umbrella, the green rain rustled, spreading the love which was holding hands on the opposite in the misty rain and dust. Who was my white lady, and who was the Xu Xian whom I met in a flash after thousands of years? Jiangnan, you daub the Queqiao under the umbrella into a historical scroll with a fairy shadow. The shadow behind the umbrella is filled with sorrow and sorrow. Have you ever thought about when love wandered among the shadow of water, kiss my tight forehead, in the season of falling leaves, you still waved away calmly and reservedly. Water is the eyes of the south of the Yangtze River, loaded with thousands of years of love, the south of the Yangtze River in the dream, you can know that I am getting old, still don’t want to meet you, love will grow old when you meet me, tears and rain have become your floating water drops. It turns out that what you are waiting for is my love, what you are taking away is my blue soul, what you are brushing away is my youth, and what you are leaving is the future history, the sky in the ancient alley is so deep that you can’t wait to see the end of the world. You have left, as if you have never come, why is the light, wet and softened on my cheek just a period of encounter with you, are you Jiang passing quietly under the bridge, or the paper umbrella with tears broken when looking back in the clear rain? Changting’s dream was broken, why didn’t you leave me a permanent love! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Wood Log Keeper

In Guigang, wooden fields can be seen in places with roads. Wooden yard is our general term for some wood processing plants, which includes planing plant, pressure plate plant, wood core plant, handle sweeping plant and so on. Due to the low investment and simple production process of the wooden yard, it is often to rent a few acres of land and build several cement brick houses on the ground. The houses are equipped with machines, and there are three or four workers for one machine, then set up some drying racks on the open space, and the production can begin. The scale is random, but more or less. I am people outside the industry can also imagine that they have made quite a lot of profits, because these workshops have sprung up like mushrooms in Guigang over the past few years, with the potential of leading the industry! Wooden fields need to occupy land and have convenient transportation, so they are all distributed in open and flat places near roads in the suburbs. Most of the land is cultivated land, which is rented from farmers at the cost of more than 1,000 yuan per mu per year by the owner of the Wood Farm, because such rent is more cost-effective than hard planting, farmers can not only get rid of Labor and collect money from the ground, but also devote themselves to working in wooden fields and get their wages monthly! Why not kill two birds with one stone? For those who open the wooden yard, this should be an immediate, feasible and effective way to get rich. Otherwise, how can the bosses of those wooden yard drive their cars and buy suites in the city, keep Tibetan mastiff? Otherwise, why has the wooden yard opened all over Guigang? Most of the farmland in our village has also been rented out. There are some surplus in places where transportation is really not good, but because people are keen on working and have no time to cultivate, they are barren a lot, so people simply plant fast-growing eucalyptus in the field, and eucalyptus grows very fast, generally, it can be harvested in three or four years and sold to wooden fields. Pieces of eucalyptus forest grew crazily like this, not only on the land cultivated by generations, but also on the ravines and ravines that had never grown grass, and the steep slopes and cliffs were full of fast-growing eucalyptus! In Guigang, or on the road outside Guigang, there are traces of fast-growing eucalyptus growing everywhere! It can be seen that the wooden yard is not only growing wildly in Guigang! Such momentum seemed to disturb the local government. Just last year, the government began to take some inhibiting measures, such as stopping issuing certificates; Forcibly removing some wooden fields to serve as an example, the reason is that some local governments have already planned to build some practical things, such as stations, airports, industrial zones, etc.; Some places in neighboring villages have been demolished, there were seven wooden yards in total. At that time, the move seemed to have touched the interests of the villagers. Unexpectedly, they were instigated by the boss of the wooden yard and went to the government of Gangnan district to demonstrate against it, which lasted for two days, it seemed to be quite effective when I came back. After a few days of silence, the rumbling forklift came to flatten the wooden yard one night. When people came out at dawn, the boss of the wooden yard had been escorted to censor, the scene was set up by the majestic armed men. No one dared to make an order on Earth, so things passed like this. However, at the risk of being demolished like this, there were still people building unlicensed wooden fields secretly! It can be seen that the wooden field can bring them rich profits! There are many wooden fields, and naturally there are many logs needed. Every day from dusk to the morning of the next day, timber was continuously transported from all over the country. There were many vehicles transporting timber, which gathered on both sides of National Highway 324 at the entrance of South Ring Road, there were several hundred meters long car array, and the wood on the car was generally much wider than that on the car, which made the road so small that some places were only open to the car. They just waited for the bosses of the Wood Farm to come and see each other, so they bought and weighed the fancy ones. It’s just that those cars coming and going on the road are always rushing and bumping, which is dangerous to cause accidents; What’s more hateful is that those who look at Wood are like shopping in the market, the mounts are still placed everywhere, which makes the traffic chaotic! There were several times when I went home from midnight to dawn at the intersection, and there was another time when the wood hung up a rearview mirror! In view of the limelight of the government’s policy, villagers dare not rent paddy fields at will. Because of low-lying, which must be filled, the filled paddy fields will not be restored to their original state, and they are afraid of being investigated by the government. In fact, all the rented farmland was paved with stones, and some were made into cement floors. Unless it costs a lot of money, it will be land that can no longer be cultivated. As for the wooden farm here, I am love and hate. First, it has indeed improved the lives of local farmers. Farming here is very hard, because the land is not plain, not very spacious, they are all divided into small pieces by many geographical conditions, can not adapt to mechanical farming, must be manual work! Except for some poets, everyone would be afraid of being a farmer. Those wind blows and rain blows, those who are wearing stars and moon, those who are sweating like a pig, and those who are trying their best to plow and rake, who would like to live a life where they only have enough? Instead, it is a relief! But because they did break the law of destroying farmland, and the incidental consequences were getting more and more serious, which caused the public opinion to be calm. The most important thing was, they also seriously disrupted the transportation order! Can don’t hate? 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…

Life is but a dream, life as dream

On the last day of March, though it was still spring, and it was still my favorite season, and the Azalea still didn’t bloom all over the hillside, but my mood suddenly changed. With the hot season, with the strong sunshine and the coming of spring, I have strengthened my dream and accelerated the pace of my life! When can I rest freely in the Azalea flower and have no fight with the world? I wish I was just a simple Azalea, with bright spring blooming, silent fading after the season, waiting for the next spring, waiting for the life of the next brilliant person belonging to me, is it short or long? Maybe I didn’t realize that the life I walked through was like a dream until my appearance turned yellow. Different kinds of dreams, dreams, nightmares, both true and false. True or false, false or true, can’t tell whether Dream is life or life is dream! The night in spring is not as gorgeous as described in the essay. The starry sky is quiet and beautiful. The night in the city, the more beautiful the night is, the more active the night is! Zhongnan Street became a night market with all kinds of barbecue stalls. The smell of barbecue mixed with the burning and choking smoke of charcoal fire made the whole city seem dull and crowded. On the night in the countryside, the sound of frogs in the field was everywhere, one wave was better than another. Without the bright lights, the annoying mosquitoes will kiss you when their families are sitting in the living room. In fact, the sky in spring is very beautiful, but busy people don’t care. Moon, stars, breeze, scenery toggle heart the most really string. The moon hanging high in the clouds, Starlight, dotted with dark night sky shining incomparably. If you don’t believe it, you can look up at the starry sky on a leisurely night. The dark blue melancholy is as beautiful as a poem, and your heart is colorful. Looking up quietly and attentively, you will find this natural and innocent beauty! With the deep love, sweet, astringent, thick, deep, quietly from the heart of the stars, as bright as the sky! Leaning against the window and thinking about it from a distance, the softest place in my heart was wrapped with a thought. In the fleeting days, sometimes I would sigh. The waiting years and the growth of age are very realistic. When it comes to one day of a certain year or month, can you remember the beauty of the past when you are facing the oldest appearance? Repeated days make life lack vitality, distress and worry, and all kinds of pressures that cannot be free from are like being tied up by oneself, binding oneself to death! In the days when I was depressed, there was always no way to explain. With the day of polishing vanished gradually, now, it seems that I have found the key to my heart lock. When I am unhappy, I will think of it quietly when I am not smiling! Maybe only when I am quiet and writing to the computer is the only key to unlock my heart! Although my limited cultural level and writing skills will not make my dream come true, the process of sticking to my dream and making efforts is still the most beautiful memory in my heart! A person’s life seems to be long and short. A good life comes from the mood. People who are depressed all day lament countless troubles in life, while people who are physically and mentally happy have endless dawn of life! Spring blossoms, summer grows, autumn bears fruit, and winter fades. Every year passes like this, and some memories are in my heart. These memories add up to a person’s life, a person’s life. Sunshine is always very warm, Moonlight is always very soft, life is like a dream, people walking in dreams are very real, dreams are like life, people living in dreams can not float like a dream, continuous pursuit, hard work, to forward! The marks of every minute are carved in the days filled with love, the thoughts of every moment, the pursuit in the troubled world, the bitter joy, sadness and happiness are all tightly held in their own hands! Don’t compromise to life, don’t succumb to fate. Although life is like a dream, I still have my own passion, brilliance, persistence and fanaticism! Life is like a dream, a dream is like a life, you can’t see through the flowers and flowers of life, you can’t guess the complicated life, you can’t taste the ups and downs of life, but you can also enjoy the wonderful happiness of life, everything is in your own hands! 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…

Little Woman not weak

Is opportunity a God gift, or does it really exist in life? If it was given by God, could I just wait in my bedroom alone, just like the smiling and generous farmer waiting for the rabbit. But that is a fable after all. In real life, you can’t expect the heaven to drop pies, no matter how miserable your life is or how miserable your fate is, we can only rely on our own efforts to turn things around! Fate is sometimes so ruthless. Although I have made passionate pursuits, it is hard for me to get the favor of fate. But I think, as long as I keep being so determined and working towards my goal, my fate will turn my eyes one day, which is also warm and affectionate to me. Because I believe that life is not a passion for pursuit, but a tenacity for pursuit! I have always been a steadfast and indomitable woman, never yielding to any difficulties and never admitting weakness to fate. Life is always like this, one after another troubles, piles of problems make us overwhelmed and scarred. However, no matter how sharp life is to me, I can still hold my back and go all the way! What happened in 30 years can be compiled into a thick book! I love dreaming before the age of 16, fantasy before the age of 28, and memory of love comes when the age of 30. Memories are like the flowing river in the long years, playing a moving song in my heart, singing the beautiful music in my heart. Bitter or sweet, taste it yourself! In my childhood, I strived towards life step by step with good wishes, but in the most beautiful year, I ended my dream. Looking forward to pure campus life, but being ruthlessly reversed by life, I went to the road of working alone. The dream of being a teacher became more and more blurred in my memory of youth until it turned to ashes! Swallow the painful tears, put away the tired shadow, hide the disappointed mood of life, and strive hard on the way to work. I know that although life didn’t give me generously and realized my ideal, life was not heartless and finally moved by my steadfast watch. From an ordinary employee, stepping into the office white collar, from the staff to the accountant to the manager, there are bitterness and tears, more satisfaction and comfort, but I still don’t feel relaxed and free because of stability, I have never relaxed my steps! Life has never been generous to me, and I have never succumbed to fate. No matter how difficult the life is, no matter how rugged the life is, there will always be my firm gritting my teeth, I always believe that fate is fair, and I prefer those who are diligent and strong! I didn’t stride towards my teacher’s dream, nor set foot on the long journey of writer. Even though my energy had been exhausted, I didn’t take away my soul to pursue my dream. I am still crazy about writers. I am still busy, dragging my tired body and insisting on writing the most favorite words. Most of the time, though unable to do what you want, you are still willing! I used to think that signing a contract writer was just a distant dream that didn’t allow me to expect. But I didn’t realize that with my own efforts, the ordinary collections gradually showed beautiful flowers and dazzling flowers in my heart, it makes me so happy. The moment I received the contract, tears flowed down my cheeks unscrupulously. It turned out that the writer really had nothing to do with his education background. As long as you have a dream in your heart, let go and chase, there will always be gains! Although life cannot be generous to me, I still remember that life is not a passion for pursuit, but a tenacity for pursuit! No matter whether life is generous to me or not, I will not compromise to fate, let alone bow to life, stick to my dream, strengthen my path, and I will not give in! 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…

Desire

Desire

I want to meet the big Totoro When I suffer from insomnia, I will stay beside the little seeds together, Hope it sprouts and wish it grow; Sitting on the high treetop together when sad, Take a small gourd to blow out a moving melody; Lying on her soft belly when sad, Cry happily, Let tears flow into rivers, And then, Forget all the unpleasantness. Together with your face. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…

With tears of happiness

The topic of my speech is happiness with tears. To be honest, standing on this podium today is not so much a speech as a basking in my mood and talking to my colleagues about the happiness with tears in teaching. Since this semester, the classes I have taken are Class 6 and class 7 of senior two. The students in these two classes have poor academic performance and poor self-discipline ability, which makes it difficult to manage their daily teaching life. Just with high school. When I was in Class 6, I stepped towards the platform with the bell ringing. After the monitor’s stand-up, there were uneven greetings and strange voices mixed in the middle. When they did this for the first time, I comforted myself. It didn’t matter, slowly. Therefore, I stressed to the students: Don’t say hello like this in the future. When asking questions, you should speak with one voice. In the second class, the order was slightly better. However, it was still chaotic to stand up in the third class. So I was furious and made a three-chapter agreement with the students in the classroom. After the monitor shouted to stand up, the whole class Must Say Hello in unison. If anyone made a strange voice for three consecutive times, I would ask him to leave the classroom automatically, and I also wrote this rule on my exam preparation book, and asked the students who agreed to do this to sign their names after this rule, and the whole class signed and agreed together. Since this regulation, the class was indeed much more orderly, but I felt uneasy and bitter in my heart. I asked myself, as a teacher, what kind of law does this regulation for students conform? What right do I have to invite students out of class? But if I don’t do this, I can’t find a better management method in a short time, I really feel very contradictory and helpless. In class, no matter how passionate I feel in class, there are always some students sleeping in class. At first, I always kindly remind him and call him to the office to talk with him after class, but for those sleeping Buddhas in the class, the effect is really poor. I can only pull him up from sleepiness and stand, just like me!, I did say it with my teeth clenched. There are still many things that are not satisfactory. Therefore, in countless trivial and busy days, in the special troubles of managing students, I will be tired, sad, confused and depressed, and feel that I am really hard to support, I am not a strict person, but I have to stick to my heart and say everything; I am not a strong person, but I have to endure all kinds of grievances, misunderstandings and even resentment; I am not a patient and meticulous person, however, we must give up a lot of rest time to pay attention to and guard students. What will we expect from all this? On the first day I prepared this speech, I received a text message from a graduated student: Thanks to the teacher for his earnest instruction on this Thanksgiving Day, I would like to thank the teacher for his constant devotion to me, and I will never forget it for my whole life. On a cold day, a student sent a text message saying that teacher, it’s cold today, wear more when going to class, be careful to catch cold. In a sunny afternoon, senior 2. When a student in class 7 wrote a composition with the title of “beautiful door”, he wrote that in today’s composition class, a classmate asked for leave and didn’t come to class, the books on his desk were very messy. We didn’t notice them, but the teacher saw them. She walked to the desk of the classmate, bent down and gently picked up those books and adjusted them, put it away. At that moment, I thought the teacher was in the beautiful door. Every time I experienced these warm words, the wet feeling at the corner of my eyes revealed my full touch, and all my troubles vanished. No matter sad or happy, confused or full, this is the lingering happiness in my life! In front of such sincere and pure emotions, all the sufferings and pains seem so insignificant; In front of such sincere and pure emotions, I am intoxicated, intoxicated with the days of getting along with students day and night, intoxicated with the growth and progress of students. Only a teacher can experience these scenes Personally. This is my tearful happiness. At the same time, I also know that my colleagues, every one of us here, every day and every year of teaching, are all influenced by tearful happiness like me, I am a teacher who does not feel depressed and happy with tears, and many colleagues bear more pain and happiness than I do, I think it is this sincere contribution and feeling that has condensed the life of Yongzhong people without regrets, created a harmonious atmosphere of Yongzhong, and continued to write a new chapter page by page in Yongzhong! This is my mood. Thank you! 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…

Osmanthus long

Close your eyes, in the soothing music, the busy heart for many days suddenly felt much quiet. However, I vaguely felt something was missing. Thinking carefully, it turned out that there was no fragrance of osmanthus in the yard for a long time. At this time, it should be the season of sweet osmanthus fragrance. The eight-month osmanthus fragrance. I remember that at this time in previous years, the osmanthus tree in the old house was already full of flowers, golden, fine flowers, little by little, and the whole yard was immersed in the leisurely fragrance overnight, which made people intoxicated. At this moment, I seemed to hear the sound of the Golden osmanthus blossom again. Although it was so subtle, it was the sound of nature. After an autumn rain, there will be golden flowers falling under the cinnamon tree, which is very poetic. In my impression, I once wrote a little poem, saying: there is Jiamu in the atrium, and I have never known it for years. Last night a open, fragrance time fast enough. After moving here in last March, the osmanthus tree was also transplanted and settled in the small garden of the new yard. Half a year later, perhaps because of the acclimatization, the cassia tree died unexpectedly. It was a pity for everyone to see it. Even so, I couldn’t bear to remove the dead tree, hoping that it could come back to life and grow new branches and leaves again. Now it seems that this is just a beautiful dream. In the past, Liu moved to Hannan; Now I see it shake down, sorrowful Jiangtan. Trees, like this, ren he yi kan. Perhaps, it was transplanted out of kindness and unwillingness to discard it at the beginning. Unexpectedly, things went against their wishes. I think if it is still in the old house, even if there is no one to maintain it, it will still be luxuriant and blooming. Some people say that sometimes love is also a kind of hurt, which makes sense. Nowadays, around the cinnamon trees, the Chinese rose flowers planted are blooming, but unfortunately the fragrance is far away. Under the Moonlight, there was silence, only autumn insects were singing low. The cinnamon tree is still standing in the garden, as if thinking and recalling the prosperity of previous years. The Chinese rose around is guarding it silently, although it has already dried up. In the night breeze and trance, I vaguely smelt the fragrance of osmanthus which I had not seen for a long time. It was really refreshing …… maybe, it was a sweet dream. Oh, I hope this osmanthus will never fade in my dream. —– I can’t stop talking, the other side can reach! 2012.9.23 night Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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…

Listen to the rain mind

As wrapped as cotton, as Silk as yarn, as floating as weaving. The blue dress that got wet at night poured out the sound of frogs in the field, and wiped out the small lanterns that went home at night. You said, without frog quarrel and Firefly disturbance, this is the peace that really belongs to oneself. What the rain wants is only the touch of heart and heart. By the window, I was confused about the day and night. Who stole my lingering sleep? I use my hands lightly pulling silkworm cocoons to reach into the chest of the rain, to feel the leap of your heart and heart, and to let the lost thoughts shuttle and wander between the rain and the rain, then stay deep in your soul. Abandon the restless and restless body, empty into rain’s bosom friend, lie in the embrace of rain, listen to the rain’s mind. You float from the ancient and great great wall, telling the glorious and tragic sky of history! You drifted from the snow plateau without footprints, using the sacred white snow to wash away the dust of the world and cleanse the sins of the soul! You came from the distant heaven and wetted the letter from the south to Yanchun! You play with fish, flirt with ye er, kiss with flowers, sometimes like drinking and crying, sometimes like craziness and laughter. Listening to the rain, the rain keeps on, thinking constantly, the rain breaks, and the heart is still there. 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…

Wheat cooked

The days seem to slip through a trace of sadness day by day, and the summer solstice is coming. After a rainy day, the wheat is ripe. Looking from a distance, a piece of golden yellow, the breeze blew over, and layers of wheat waves appeared. The slender body was bent by the full wheat ears. Not far away, there are also poplar trees guarding the fruits to be harvested like guards. This year’s harvest is good. There are already groups of farmers in the fields, either waiting for harvesters, transporting newly harvested fruits to their homes, or lighting flames to turn wheat straw into ashes and lay a layer of fertilizer on the farmland, and, harvest the fruits and sow new corn seeds. People are busy and laughter is hearty. At that time, the gentle breeze, the jumping flame, the chasing wheat waves combined with people’s laughter, the roar of machines and the crackling sound of wheat straw burning drew a harvest map with vocal music. Standing in the field, I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, my parents went to the field to pull wheat before the Oriental Dew fish belly was white, and then rolled it with a straw cutter, then threshed it with a wheat beater, no half a month is over. Although at that time my parents didn’t face the loess back to the sky, they absolutely deeply felt the taste of a sweat falling eight petals, I believe that my parents will not forget the memory of plucking wheat without looking at the ground. Now, I have become a mother, and my childhood memories fade gradually. My son will not understand the tiredness and hardship of his ancestors, and even have no chance to know the appearance of wheat beater and hay cutter. At that time, my thoughts were flying and my heart was rolling. I could not tell the taste in my heart. Time really changes a lot and takes away a lot. I am rural people, rich children and delicate women living in prosperous cities may never dislike the flying dust in rural areas and the once low farmhouses. However, they even had no chance to experience the fragrance and fresh air with the flavor of soil in their whole lives, and they could never feel the unique honest and simple human feelings of rural people. Somehow, I unconsciously recalled Lao She’s happiness and sorrow, laughter and tears, flowers and fruits, fragrance and color, which required labor, I have a long experience… this paragraph of text is surging in my heart like this. For a long time, that impetuous heart began to calm and enrich under the influence of nature. It turned out that life was so simple that life was not asking for, but giving. Fame and fortune are really just passing by, simple, healthy and safe enough. 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…

A person, a symbol of an era

A person, a symbol of an era

He picked up the book in his hand and looked at the author’s theory works of the old Ba Jin. The old Ba Jin’s books were a kind of theory writing style that he liked. He always felt that he looked at the theory of the old man, it gives people a kind and considerate feeling. During this period, the essay record of “missing Xiao Shan” is extremely easy to generate many emotions. Although I don’t know much about the history of the past times, I have limited knowledge of what I have learned. However, every time I see the road that the older generation of writers have gone through and the hardships and hardships, I know the rough road. Not only is the process of writers themselves hard, but also as their family members and relatives, they are suffering both physically and mentally in the purgatory of life. A week’s time passed very fast. In a flash, it was the beginning of a new week, which was about to be put into a tense and busy life. Taking the cool wind, avoiding the driving car, shuttling through the crowd. Once again, I came to the campus where my children studied and sent them to the school, then I came to the fashionable street. Walking all the way, I also felt that there was no one else, and I could read the roads, squares and happy places in the early morning. So he sneaked around to the library collection center in the center of the street. When arriving at the center of the library, there were not many people coming to read because of the earlier time. Gradually, there were more people coming to the library to read. People who come to the library to read are all very careful, looking up carefully and browsing books one after another. The wind outside the window was blowing, a little cold, but standing and sitting quietly in such a place, people’s heart was also unusually calm. Holding the works of old Ba Jin in his hand, it makes people feel delighted. I remember that the first time I read the works of the old Ba Jin, I borrowed it on a campus. Also, when did you read and know the famous representative works of Ba Jin’s old man? The three steps of torrent “home”, “spring”, romantic History of Love in autumn and Xu Zhimo and Lu Xiaoman and letter from Fu Lei. However, no matter the old Ba Jin or Fu Lei couple, during the Cultural Revolution, they seemed to have suffered from the sufferings of the Cultural Revolution in different degrees in their vague reading impression and memory. At present, some of them are looking through and reading their works, which also gives people a lot of feelings of emotion. Sometimes, I feel lucky for myself to live in such a free era! 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…