Greed

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…

Feelings of “Children’s Day”

Time flies like an arrow, and time is like a song. With the loss of time, I have experienced dozens of spring, summer, autumn and winter unconsciously; Decades of life; Decades of wind and rain; decades of years; Decades of dreams make life step forward gradually. The time is always 1 minute 1 second past and the loss of 01:15. Time is holding our hands and sailing to the ocean of the sunset without turning back. We cannot retain; We cannot guard; We cannot stop; We cannot refuse. Only obey the orders of angels and follow them. Even with heavy footsteps, heavy burdens, wind and rain, and the weather-stricken life, we should continue to move forward without turning back. When you look back and look up, what you leave is only wrinkles on your face, as well as the past years deeply engraved in your heart. The days passed once a year like this, and the loss of time was so heartless that we spent another year of children’s day. This festival sounds so naive, so happy, so naive and so cute, but unfortunately it doesn’t belong to my festival for a long time. Although I still crossed the bridge of this time and spent this lovely day, those innocent and lively campus life will never have my shadow in this life; there will be no more footprints for me in this life in the childish children’s group; There will be no more gestures for me in this life in the childish singing and dancing performance; There will be no more names for me in this life in the program performance columns. When Children’s Day is approaching, whenever I hear a burst of loud rehearsals in the playground of the Community Kindergarten upstairs, the entertainment of singing and laughing, and the catching of fans, I am thinking: children are going to celebrate Children’s Day again. How happy and happy they are! It would be great if God could allow me to bring back my childhood and sing, dance, hide-and-seek, perform their own programs and display their own heroic abilities on campus! On that day, it happened to meet me to have a rest. The weather was cool, foggy and the breeze was winding around. Due to the excessive rain in May, the inspiration of early summer was diluted, but it seemed to return to the breath of spring. After breakfast, I bought something from the supermarket and walked to the Boulevard next to the kindergarten. It happened that the children in the kindergarten were organized by the teacher and accompanied by the parents. They were lively and optimistic, they performed their various programs with relish, and their parents were also participating in their programs, tasting the happiness of their children’s day, which was extremely lively. Children’s wonderful paintings are still hanging on the green branches along the road, and the playground is also full of bustling audiences. At this time, my curiosity also welled up on my forehead, stopped my steps immediately, walked into the edge of the crowd and raised my head to watch their wonderful performances. A fashionable parent is playing fans with a teacher. The children are encouraging them, and the audience are also cheering for them. What an eye-catching role. With the progress of the times and the development of the trend, the original parents are also participating in the performance programs on Children’s Day, which brings incomparable happiness and happiness to children. I stood there quietly, looking at their demonstration with intense eyes. The waves in my heart did roll and I felt happy, as if my soul jumped into their column and really went back to my childhood, I am participating in the activity at this time. When I came back to my mind, I realized that I was just a passing bystander. But their performance brought out a lot of childhood memories hidden in my heart. Although my birth condition was far worse than those of these children, in our remote mountain village at that time, of course, I did not enter the kindergarten training, and directly stepped into the gate of primary school. Then the primary school only 5-year education, although we is village, but our teachers are from town out of high quality teachers, teaching quality can also, except Chinese, math two main subjects, there are also additional courses such as sports, music, art and labor. What impressed me most was that it was almost the children’s day of June 1. Teachers had to draw some good classmates to perform singing and dancing programs in class, and I was no exception at that time. Under the teacher’s organization, we folded up with red, yellow and green paper, tied it with lines, and cut out various flower shapes with petals with scissors, every afternoon after school, the teacher left us in school to practice dancing for two hours. Of course, there were also table tennis matches, solo singing between male and female, etc. On the day of children’s day, we will take our fully prepared programs to perform on the stage of the commune and win prizes with great joy. At that time, although I was standing on a stage that didn’t smell well, in my little naive heart and in the garden where I lived, I would also feel that I was one of those audiences’ attention, I feel so proud, happy, lively and lovely. I was also a good child in my parents’ heart; A good child in the teachers’ heart; A good example in my neighbor’s heart, but at that time I had never been accompanied by my parents because of the differences in conditions, but deep in my heart, it is also my most contented children’s day, and the childhood era that deserves my recalling most. Childhood is my dream; It is my song; It is a piece of music of my spirit. Every year on children’s day, when there are songs coming from the campus; When I dance over and over again, these wonderful memories will emerge spontaneously in my mind. Because it imprints an insurmountable gap in my heart and feelings that cannot be abandoned. Childhood is the most brilliant, precious and hot start of every life; The most eye-catching Foundation; The most adorable flower. Everyone’s future of life is built on the beautiful dream scene of childhood. Children: you must cherish your childhood, listen to your teacher obediently, be good children of parents and teachers, lay a good foundation for your life and create a bright future, in the future, we will become the pillars of our motherland one by one, constantly improve the society, and make the children in the future live more splendid, lively, optimistic and eye-catching in their festivals, leave a wonderful memory for your life. 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…

Midnight Music: Friends’ wine

I can’t take back the water. Oh, peach blossom thanks. There are roses. There will always be wind and rain accompanying me for decades. I will not be drunk and will not return to the past. I will not regret. I will slowly experience this cup of wine, my friend, the most after doing this cup of singing loudly, good friends, good friends, happy tonight, ideal has changed our appearance, and I have learned to cherish the shoulders of friends. The sunshine will always spread to the boundless after the wind and rain, which makes us raise our heads and learn being strong is like a friend’s cup of strong wine. My heart is warm. I am warm in everything. Don’t be relieved. Today, let’s meet. Oh, I’m filled with deep feelings. The time is as fast as water. Oh, no matter who he was yesterday. The Journey bitter and sweet as well as tears a brave man never regret drinking another cup of wine in those years no longer have to pay attention to friends this cup of wine is the most precious at this moment the cup of wine is filled with wine the cup of wine is filled with this cup of wine singing loudly good friends our appearance also made me understand to cherish my friend’s shoulders. The sunshine will always spread to the boundless after the wind and rain. Let’s raise our heads and learn to be strong. Just like this cup of strong wine of friends, it warms my heart and warms me all things. Calm down and drink up. Sing loudly. Good friends. Good friends. Happy tonight. Ideal has changed our appearance. It also makes me understand how precious you are. Cherish the shoulders of Friends Sunshine will always spread to the boundless after the wind and rain Let us raise our heads and learn to be strong just like this cup of strong wine of friends warms my heart and I don’t feel relieved to listen to music at midnight any more, li Xiaojie sang a song named “friend’s wine”. I have listened to the single for countless times. I feel the rhythm of the music is lively, which is very similar to the Buddhist singing, but the content of the lyrics is of great practical significance, I was moved by the attachment to my friends expressed in the song. Life geometry, wine is the song. I am cheerful, open-minded and fond of drinking. I like to make friends, and I prefer to get together with friends frequently. Where there are friends, there is wine. Everyone is surrounded by a long and narrow table, pushing the cup and changing the Cup, the food was mixed with each other, and the toast continued One Cup after another, which was very lively. Each Other ate meat in a big gulp, drank wine in a small gulp, ate delicious delicacies and drank mellow Jade liquor. They didn’t want to get drunk, but only wanted to be happy. With the slight drunkenness in the hot wine and ears, we said a lot of irrelevant words to be brothers and brothers. Every time, we have a lot of feelings and melancholy! The comfort and comfort are really wonderful. Friends who can often drink and drink together must be deep friendship. Who can have few bosom friends in the whole life? It is impossible to go out of Yangguan and have no old friends. The friendship of friends is like wine, the longer it is, the stronger it is, the more fragrant it is. And wine is the bridge between men to release boldness and sincerity. A glass of wine lasts for a lifetime, and the wine of friends contains thousands of words. How many past events are wonderful because of friends! Of course, there are many kinds of friends, different friendship, different personalities, different occasions, different friends drink different wines, and different friends have different tastes. Drinking with friends is actually a kind of mood, fun and artistic conception! A hedge between keeps friendship green so goose feather sent thousands of miles, light weight affection. If you have friends coming from far away, of course, there will be colorful horses and thousands of golden fur, so you will exchange wine. This is the ancient depiction of friends. Every time I read these verses spreading through the ages, scenes will emerge in front of me: The crescent moon is like a knife, and the snow is heavy. In a thatched wine cottage with a single-core lonely lamp, I have a long talk with friends from afar all night. I have a good talk with the wine. The warm feeling is strong, and the strong wine is in full, touching my body was actually not enough to pay for the wine. I patted the table and called out the shopkeeper, forced me to take out the expensive clothes and lazy white horses outside, cut a few plates of beef and warm some old wine, together with ER, eliminate the eternal sorrow. Thinking it over carefully, no matter who liked drinking or who didn’t touch the wine, who could leave the wine and table during his initial friendship? Or you are drinking, or you are watching others drinking, and you always have deep feelings with each other gradually in the gathering and drinking. What is friend? Friends are people who have friendship with each other, people who are good to each other. Friendship is the purest, noblest, simplest and most ordinary emotion, and also the most romantic, touching, solid and eternal emotion. Everyone cannot live without friendship. In your life, there is friendship as well as love. Friendship is everywhere. He will accompany you, linger around you and spend his whole life with you. Once upon a time, the story of three knots in Taoyuan was filled with eardrums. Guan Yunchang hung the seal to pursue Liu Huangshu’s righteousness. Lu Zhishen was the chivalrous emperor who bravely saved the head of Lin, and the scene of Liangshan hero robbing the court. It is comic books and storytelling, which let my friend, the name shining with the brilliance of humanity, enter my childlike innocence. After reading the novel, I got to know the touching story of heroes and heroines, who had a good relationship with each other and lived together with each other. I envied the generous scene of worshiping brothers, eating meat and drinking wine, he also admired the chivalrous and courageous man who didn’t change his face for his friend. He couldn’t help feeling longing for his friend in his heart. Therefore, a group of like-minded friends and good classmates gathered around to play and work together, and unforgettable songs and laughter were scattered on the way of growing up. As I grew older, I gradually tasted the meaning and weight of the word friend. Friends should be partners, partners or peers whose ambitions are similar to interests and hobbies. Only in this way can they appreciate and help each other, understand and support each other. Friends can at least make you have the idea of relatives with different family names, find someone to vent and pour out your emotions, at least respond to your actions, understand your difficulties and support your ideas, help you at critical moments. We can lose a lot, including money and property, but we can’t lose friends. However, in today’s materialistic society, time goes by and people are weak. The convergence and separation of friends happen from time to time, just like clouds in the sky and duckweed on the water. How many partners are like passers-? How many bosom friends are there like cold water? How many intimate colleagues forget each other? Compared with the past, the names of friends are also casually called now. In restaurants and bars, countless friends are created in the midst of the feast and the sound of wine; In the cabarets and dance halls, they sing loudly every day, match a large number of friends in singing and dancing; Even the virtual QQ network activates many friends in chatting from a distance every moment, and the reliability of friends is obviously reduced. Of course, a millionaire’s friend has no obligation to lend you 1,000 yuan when you are in trouble, and you have no responsibility to buy oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and rice tea for a poor friend every day. To your friends, you have to decorate, foil, encourage, praise, not change, belittle, envy and narrow-minded. The vast sea of people is rolling in the world of mortals. I have made many friends who have given me sincere help and care. Among my friends, there are brothers who are as good as their hands and feet, beautiful and charming MM, acquaintances who come and go impermanent, and people who practice the secular world without me at first sight. Having many friends is also a beauty of life! It may be a short or long process to associate with friends, anyway? It is fate that you and I get to know each other in this life, and meeting is a song. It is not easy to get together and become friends. Forget your identity and my identity, forget your age and my age, forget your humbleness and my glory, forget the many things that should be forgotten in reality. My friend, this cup of wine is the most precious! Come on, let’s raise our friend’s wine in our hands, cheers! 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…

There is “Buddha” at home”

Seeing this topic, you will surely think that I am a Buddhist, but in fact it is not, I am a genuine atheist. Then, why should we talk about this topic? This should start from one thing my father often taught me: my father-in-law died of cerebral hemorrhage half a year ago, although his life was not in danger after rescue and treatment, but he could never stand up. His body was paralyzed and he was sometimes out of his mind. After all, the old man was already 80 or 70 years old. What followed was to arrange people to care for the elderly. Several children had jobs or all kinds of reasons for not getting born. Finally, under my initiative, it was well arranged. After that, every time I came back home, my father asked me about my father-in-law’s illness, and repeatedly told me to take good care of the elderly, never abandon or ignore them, and told me, don’t compare with others, do your filial piety, saying: there are long-lived old people in your family, that is, Buddha, who will bless children, and unfilial children will also be punished. In fact, what I did was done without my father’s instruction, which made my mother-in-law, wife and family very satisfied. Nevertheless, I also obey my father’s order and always alert myself. As for the theory of Buddha, whether it is believed or not, in a word, Buddha is good and bless all the people, which is denied by no one. As for my father’s statement, later I thought over and over again, feeling that my father’s words contained deep truths and the fatalism theory that science could never explain. Buddha is worshiped by others, and parents in the family should be filial to their children. People often say that having parents, especially those who are old, is a blessing to be children. From the perspective of genetics, parents will live longer and older, and children will also live longer, because there are genetic genes. Imagine, who doesn’t want to live a long life and live a happy life for a few more years? From this point of view, having a long-lived parent is indeed a blessing for children. In terms of family affection, it is also a blessing for children to have healthy parents at home. Isn’t it one of the happiest things in the world when we take our lover and children back to our parents’ home and get together and share the happiness of family? How good the song “often go home to see” is! My parents are also over 80 years old. In recent years, whenever I come home and enter the door, my mother will say: my eldest son is coming! That kind of longing for children and love for children are beyond words. Whenever I hear these words, my heart is warm and sour. It was my 80-year-old mother who still called me like this, which made me feel warm, as if I had returned to my childhood and nestled in my mother’s arms; what was sour was that from the call of my mother, I realized the loneliness of the old man, and how much I hoped that my children could often wear them under my knees! You know, in the past, my parents never used such a language to call me, because people are eager to be old, and people will have this time, A kind of sadness can’t help rushing into my heart. At the same time, I also feel some guilt in my heart: why can’t I often go home to see my parents? What makes me feel blessed for my parents and children is that whenever I come back home, especially when I am in poor health, my mother immediately sends me to the Kang, saying that the Kang is warm, I was afraid that I would lie down in a panic, so I put a mattress on my bed. Then my mother was busy in the underground. She found me some snacks and asked me if I could drink water. That kind of love for my children could not be expressed in words. What makes me most happy is that when I am old, I can still eat the food cooked for me by my 80-year-old mother, my heart is full of admiration and gratitude for my mother. The long-lived parents at home are indeed Buddhas. They are protecting their children with selfless love, and making their children safe and happy is their greatest wish in their life. There is a phenomenon that makes me realize a truth later, that is, when the current people are with their children, parents first ask whether their parents are still alive, if there is no single parent or both parents, you have to ask why there is no one. I think, this is one of the reasons why parents think about their children in the future because their parents will pass on to their children because they live longer. This may be one of the reasons why parents taboo whether their parents are alive or not when their children engage in sex? Many facts have proved this point by saying that filial piety and unfilial piety will have the fate of retribution. Those children who are good at showing filial piety to their parents also get generous rewards in their own lives, especially in their old age, most of them enjoy the blessings of their old age. On the contrary, those children who are not filial to their parents or even abandon them have no good retribution in their own lives. Maybe this is what my father said that the old man is the Buddha in the family! Think about how many people in the real society climb mountains and wades to seek Immortals and worship Buddha in order to pray for blessings, but they are not filial to their parents when they return home. Can Buddha bless such people? Children are always the children in their parents’ hearts, but some children can’t do it. Parents are always their own parents. Recently, I read the news. In the Shanghai World Expo Park, the reporter interviewed an elderly woman who pushed her old mother to watch the Expo in a wheelchair, when asked whether the female tourist pushed her mother to watch the Expo, the female tourist replied, “it’s not hard. Didn’t mother do the same to us when she was young? How good it was, I was so moved that my tears almost fell down. Yes, Crows all know how to feed back, let alone human beings? People who are sons of man must follow the example of filial piety and sages from ancient times to present, and treat their parents well, especially the old ones. This is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. The parents who live a long life at home, it is the Buddha in our family. 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…

I can’t remember some memories

Some memories are not hard to remember, but dare not touch. Some memories are not forgotten, but don’t want to regain. Time is like sand, 1.1 point buried of memories, so far on the heart of the bottom most. Life is like a book, turning back page by page, sometimes it will turn faster, passing by at a glance, without stopping a little, sometimes it will read more seriously and put into it, as a result, I couldn’t get out of it. When I was pulled away, I felt some pain, some nostalgia, and some disappointment, so there was a depth in my memory, I have memories that I can’t forget but dare not touch any more. Unconsciously, it seems that it has gone through several Spring and Autumn Periods. Memories are getting farther and farther, and those people who have been chatted and talked all day long and the things told have already faded away unconsciously in the passing of time. Suddenly I found that the importance I once thought had lost its original weight and significance. Just in the casual moment, I still remember the original appearance in my mind, which is beautiful and annoyance, longing but disappointed. Did I read too hard, so I was so impressed that I needed to forget it for a long time, the memory that was forgotten with great efforts was so pale and feeble in front of time. In the face of the past, no matter happiness or pain, it is a kind of powerless memory to recall now, without any mixed emotions. It seems that it is just a smile to recall the past so hard to let go. That memory was just a touch of dust. It was inconspicuous but deeply existed, but it had no pain or itch with itself. In the face of setbacks, people have an instinct, that is to escape; In the face of difficulties, people will have an idea of knowing difficulties but not; In the face of pain, people often choose to be closed. Everyone will say that time can dilute all the misfortunes or disasters or sorrows that happened today. Maybe time really has magic power in this aspect, it makes the brain automatically choose fuzzy memory, but it never disappears. In fact, it is not time that weakens everything, but we truly understand that we will not entangle ourselves and punish ourselves in memory. When it was already a memory, people and things related to that memory had already been irrelevant to themselves. Some memories are memories, not memories. They just exist in their own lives without any overlapping past events. Maybe after a few years, those people who had made a lot of troubles might face each other calmly. They had already lost the strength of tit-for-tat at that time, and they might pass each other with a relieved smile. Past wind, painful. Wind feng luo, already irrelevant, anodyne. Those who had been mentioned were buried in the dust with time in this way, and they could not forget but could not remember; Those tears that had flowed had already been dried in the years and stopped in their eyes; those who have longed for your future have already run aground on the road of coming. Memories have already lost their original emotions, and unconsciously faded into silence. Who ever laughed and cried in whose life? Who has ever been in and out in whose life? These have already been weathered in time, getting farther and farther, getting more and more blurred, so that they finally disappeared in the eyes, sealed in the bottom of the heart, more and more invisible, more and more unable to remember. Things in memory fade away like this. The people in my memory disappeared like this. Memory wind withered. 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…

Cold Night

One day in the winter of 1967, suddenly a message came from my father’s unit, saying that my father was ill and asked his family to take care of him. Hearing this news, my mother asked me to go to the Xipan town where my father was sent. I am the eldest brother in the family, who was fifteen years old, the eldest sister was twelve years old, the second sister was ten years old, the eldest brother was six years old, and the younger brother was only three years old. My mother couldn’t get away, so I could only take the responsibility. At about eight o’clock in the evening, I set foot on the last train passing that station on the Shanghai-Hangzhou line. Looking at the dark area outside the window, my heart was very heavy, as if hanging a lead pendant. I don’t know what’s wrong with my father, and I can’t even manage my own life? I guess the disease must be serious. I stared at the darkness outside the train and was distracted for fear of missing this small station which only stopped for two minutes. About an hour later, the train stopped slowly. I got off the train quickly, only to find that there was no second person getting off at this station. I have never been to this small town, and I don’t know where to go. I had to ask the duty officer on the platform, only to know that the station was four or five miles away from the town. Out of the platform, it was dark all around, and there was no pedestrian on the road. I walked alone on this strange country road with one foot high and one foot low, as if I was a drunk who drank too much. The wind was very cold. I wrapped my clothes and straightened my collar to keep out the wind. Walking and walking, it began to rain. I didn’t bring rain gear, didn’t want to take shelter from the rain, and had nowhere to take shelter from the rain. I could only move forward mechanically, but I was very anxious. But the more anxious I was, the more I felt that this endless dark stranger had no end. I didn’t know how long I had been walking. I found a light blush street lamp appeared in front of me. I knew the town was coming soon. The wooden pole stood on the roadside alone, and the light in the half waist was emitting dark red light, In the wind and rain of this cold night, this faint blush gave me a hint of warmth in my heart. I stared at this dim street lamp silently, and my eyes were even a little moist, as if there was a person to talk to for the grievance I suffered. The town has arrived, but where is my father’s unit? I was at a loss again. Ask someone, there is no figure on the road. In this cold and drizzle winter night, in this winter night when the Great Cultural Revolution made everyone in danger, who would appear in the streets of this town to drink northwest wind? I had nothing to do, so I had to take the most stupid and primitive method: Looking at the signboards or the written words door to door. My father’s unit should have a signboard in this small town, which makes me confident. I walked along the street, and the shadow under the street lamp was from short to long, pulling into an infinite dark color, adding a trace of terror to the silent street. The cold wind and drizzle hit my face. I shivered and got under the eaves beside me. I looked at the door of this House and the door of that house. I found that they were not, and I felt a little scared. I was terrified, helpless, and even felt a little wronged. I didn’t know what to do, so I had to bite my head and continue to look forward. It was not until the end of the street that I saw the signboard hanging in front of my father’s unit, and the light was revealed from the crack of the door. I knocked at the door with courage. Someone inside asked me. I reported to my house that I wanted to find Zhang Longwen. Someone came out to open the door, I didn’t know how to call a man in his thirties. I just called him Comrade according to the habit at that time. He was not cold or said Zhang Longwen was there. Pointing to the cabin on the left, he walked into the middle room. I walked towards that small room, heard the buzzing electric current and saw the light coming out. I entered the room and saw my father, who was lying on a single bamboo bed without falling asleep. Dad, I’m. I called him. My father heard my cry, raised his head and told me with a little difficulty that he was badly ill and had a fever for three days. He couldn’t get up. Was it raining outside? Seeing that my hair was a little wet, he motioned me to wipe it with a dry towel. Dad, do you want some water? I poured a glass of water from the thermos and asked. Well. Dad, have you asked a doctor to see it? I asked. No, I thought it would be better to endure. Who would have thought that I was so sick. My father owed his body, and the bamboo couch made a creaking sound. I’ll call a doctor to show you right away. So late, where can I call a doctor? Tomorrow humor. Maybe I can get up tomorrow. You haven’t had dinner, have you? My father seemed to notice something and asked. I said I was not hungry at all. I looked at the house where my father lived, which was about five or six square meters. Besides the bamboo bed my father built, there were some messy old wires and electrical materials beside it, there are several big switch knives, one electric lamp on the wall, and several ammeters are constantly buzzing. This is an electronic control duty room and a small warehouse in my father’s unit. Because my father was sent here with a black hat, such as a member of the three youth league of the Kuomintang and an agent of the management, so that he could stay in such a loud and bright place as a shelter, it was said that it was a preferential treatment for him to take a 24-hour duty officer. My father was still having a fever. I squeezed on my father’s narrow single bamboo bed and couldn’t close my eyes all night, except pouring water for my father several times, I really couldn’t stand the strong hum of the dazzling light on my head and several ammeters. I tried to cover my head with clothes, only temporarily covering it, but in the silent winter night around, the buzzing thunder above my head kept pouring my earmuffs, as if several fighter planes were roaring, how could I sleep? I don’t know how my father slept in such a preferential environment? Will he sleep well? The next morning, I was dizzy and took two enamel cups to the canteen of Jiexi commune to buy three Liang porridge and two pieces of fermented bean curd. I washed my father’s face, but he seemed to be more spirited. He put up his body, leaned against the wall, picked up the cup and ate porridge with spoon. At this time, I also held up the cup. Somehow, a drop of tears fell into the cup. I turned my head quickly to prevent my father from seeing it. Written in 2003.4.4. Night 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…

Nostalgia [a]]

I often bathe and change clothes before going to sleep. When I closed the door and window, took off my clothes, washed the dirt with a basin of clean water, but there was no joy floating on my face. I know that a shiny mirror will not lie. My shadow was reflected on the mirror, and every spot and scar were vivid in my mind. But it doesn’t seem to matter. What matters is that I can’t see my heart. I heard the wind outside the window and the barking of dogs. I saw the dim light on my head. The cigarettes in my mouth were curling in the narrow indoor space. The arterial blood behind my head was flowing vigorously without stopping for a moment. I tried to squeeze out a little smile, but I was shocked by it; I rubbed the corner of my eyes, hoping to wipe out a tear, helpless, my stiff optic nerve was still numb and I didn’t wake up. I tried hard to search for even a little touched, I frowned and tried to make the closest contact with regret, and I failed. This is the case when you are alone. What should you do if you are crowded in the bustling crowd? Although the mirror is not a lie, it will not penetrate the heart. Whether it is separated from the foreskin of the body, everything should be viewed backwards? Beautiful people sing and dance, beautiful lights and wine. Fan Ye said: I want to write a history book, which can be spread through the ages. Therefore, over the past two thousand years, a Book of Later Han Dynasty was like a huge boat and a huge oar stirring the heartstrings of Chinese civilization. As a famous historian, Fan Ye has been spreading through the ages because of this great work of the Emperor. If the history could be reversed to the period of Southern and Northern Dynasties, we would be very lucky to see that a devil knife cut off Fan Ye’s drooping head. The accusation was simple and intended to revolt. It was almost impossible for a scholar to rebel. This accusation must be imposed. However, if Fan Ye was really an honest man, would he have such an end? Fan Ye’s unfilial piety had already left a dark cloud in Emperor Wen’s heart. In front of him, he was rich in mountain and sea, silky and satin, and his mother lived in the humble house to eat chaff and swallow vegetables, and his clothes were just a cover; He served as general ningshuo in Changsha, but his mother passed away but refused to go to, it is almost inevitable to kill the head. Some experts and scholars think that reading history should be from the current perspective. However, apart from the historical background and cultural customs at that time, we can only say that Fan Ye has made outstanding contributions. As for being a humble person, it is regarded as a section and ignored. Many years ago, Mr. Guo Moruo wrote an article named “The 300th anniversary of Jiashen”, which caused a sensation at that time. The main content is nothing more than to feel sorry for the failure of Li Zicheng, the King of adventure. It can’t be denied that the uprising of Li Zicheng promoted the historical process, which provided reference for future rebels. But I don’t think so. The situation in those years, the Qing Dynasty knocked at the gate, and the war burned under the Beijing city. Li Zicheng, as a citizen of the Ming dynasty, led the troops and killed them wantonly. According to the “History of the Ming dynasty. Biography of Li Zicheng, Li Zicheng and Liu Zongmin killed hundreds of millions of people in several years, almost all of whom were ordinary people. Li Zicheng had a characteristic that what he had done must be slaughtered, which meant: it was useless to leave it if he didn’t obey me; Since he obeyed me, he couldn’t leave it to the enemy. A piece of stone was defeated, including the siege of Xiangyang. Li Zicheng unexpectedly indulged his subordinates in killing civilians and traded with the Qing army with cooked human flesh. If we read history from the current perspective, then Li Zicheng should be sentenced to the crime of anti-humanity. But in the eyes of Chinese historians, he was a fighter of revolution and a great man of history! Cangyang jiatuo, the sixth Dalai Lama, was called gesangjiatuo after his reincarnation. You are so smart, the dog guarding the house. Don’t tell others. I will go out at dusk and come back at dawn. If you see or don’t see me, I will be there, it is easy for us to imagine how anxious a handsome and powerful young man was to wait for the moment of meeting with his lover to come. However, who let Cangyang jiatuo be the spokesman of Buddha and the Dalai Lama? Goldin just died, but the smoke of war became stronger and stronger. War does not belong to people who are in love. Although Tanaka Gyatso can temporarily avoid peach garden and enjoy the delicious taste of love. However, most wars are wars between religions. In order to urge Cangyang jiatuo to put on cassock as soon as possible, some loyal supporters raped his lover while he was absent and told him that your love was not pure any more. There are also assassins sent by sangjie living Buddha, wave after wave. Assassins are easy to deal with, and Cangyang jiatuo is good at it, but where is his broken heart? Years later, when he passed away in Qinghai, would he regret to be a reincarnated Lingtong? No one knows. What I know is that generation after generation of Eminent Monks, either man-made, or really God’s will, will continue from generation to generation. Love, true love, may remain in the bottom of my heart and never disappear. It is just the carrier of love, but it is so sensitive and fragile. When I admired Su Dongpo’s ten years of life and death, and thought that there was no one for life and no two for literature, a deep sadness easily came to my heart! 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…

Beggar

After getting out of the station, he was hungry and ate a bowl of fried noodles with eggs in front of the stall. When he paid, his face changed greatly and his hands trembled. Some old tickets in his pocket were changed into poverty relief money to help others. The recipient was fairly conscientious, and he left me an ID card that could prove me and a small ticket of 50 cents. Different places, no relatives, two lives. I felt very uncomfortable in my heart and felt really pitiful. I felt a sense of loss inexplicably. Fortunately, my meal was not much, just a bowl of noodles. When the stall owner saw that I was really stolen, he also considered himself unlucky to help me and comfort me. It was supposed to be good. After I got off the bus, I made a phone call and the salesman of the invited unit would come to the station to pick me up. Now I am embarrassed to see the host again. After all, it is the first time to meet him. Although I have talked about business several times on the phone, I am totally unfamiliar with each other, I don’t want to leave a bad impression on others. I decided to go back home. Cash is needed to buy tickets. I bust no. No ticket is allowed to enter the station. I can be described as Ellender. At this time, a disabled beggar who was in a wheelchair with his hand stopped in front of me, begging for some money. How could I have money? I was very annoyed, but I still restrained myself and said that my money was stolen, there is no money to buy the ticket now. The beggar said nothing and was ready to slide with his hands in the wheelchair. I don’t know where to get my sympathy. Isn’t there fifty cents left on me? Why not give it to him? Besides, fifty cents can’t solve my urgent needs. He is a beggar, and I am also a beggar now. I gave a wry smile and put my only fifty cents in the box of the disabled beggar. Although I don’t often go on business trips, I have also seen people at the station who have been stolen for several times and have no money to go home and are rolled up by the roadside, with notices of begging for donations beside them, there are several people who come and go to reward money. I think they are really pitiful. I didn’t expect myself to fall into this situation. I begged the station staff with my ID card and asked them to hand over my ID card and mobile phone to the flight attendants. After I arrived at the destination, I thought about buying a ticket again. The staff said that they left without precedent. Down and out, I want to cry. Time 1 minute 1 second past, sun inching down horizon, I in the waiting room outside dull stand, let off-site of the wind drove into away by my. It seemed that someone dragged me a few times, so I turned back cautiously and sensitively. It was the disabled beggar just now. He said, “Your money was really stolen. I said yes. He said,” Why did you return it to me? “he said what you said to the station staff just now before I spoke, he just heard it. The disabled beggar said and took out a pile of one yuan notes with heat from the bottom of his ass. He asked me how much the ticket was. I said, how can I take your money? It’s not easy for you. He said, “you are a good person, just buy a ticket. He gave me 50 receipts and went away in a wheelchair. I held 50 yuan tightly and watched the disabled in the wheelchair, whose cheeks became rivers. 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…

Sincere call

On the night of October 2th, 2012, I was enjoying the quietness and happiness of the holiday. I never thought that two calls disturbed my peaceful life and made my heart ripple. At about 9 o’clock in the evening, a graduated student called for the first time. He asked me to share his happiness. It turned out that the quota for his admission to graduate students had been confirmed. He was very honored that an excellent tutor in the school chose him among the three students. Although his performance was not the best. I expressed my blessings on the phone and exhorted him to cherish this hard-won opportunity. He kept on the other end of the phone. He still listened to me like that, as if back to the time when I taught him six years ago, he always took pains to listen to my instruction. I remember that at that time, he not only had excellent academic performance, but also was very sincere. In my opinion, he is almost perfect. I appreciate his personality very much. As he himself said, his success this time is attributed to his always excellent quality and sincerity. Just when I was still thinking about him, another call came, which was from a parent of the class I teach now. She choked on the phone and told me that her grandson had been playing video games outside for several days, but she couldn’t get in touch with him until now. She was so worried that she asked me how to educate him. After listening to this parent’s complaint, I felt extremely heavy. I couldn’t think of a good education method for a while, so I had to give her some comfort on the phone. This parent reminded me that on the day of school, she stumbled to me and told me that her grandson loved playing video games very much and asked me to discipline him strictly. At that time, I was full of confidence in educating her and her grandson. I talked to her grandson from time to time. He also promised me to study hard and no longer play video games. Unexpectedly, now he repeated again that this student was not sincere! Thinking of this, I suddenly felt inexplicable anger. But then I thought, how many students now have sincere qualities? They either cheat parents at home or lie to teachers at school. How many of them are willing to tell the truth? Once there was a famous person who said: the quality of being sincere now is the greatest advantage of a person. As an educator, I feel extremely anxious and sad for that sentence. For many years, I feel that our education seems to have deviated from the right track. Many people around have already abandoned some of the most traditional and valuable qualities of the Chinese nation. I once read on the Internet that some parents teach their children not to be too sincere, and say that those who are sincere will suffer losses. I really don’t understand the intention of those parents. I don’t know that sincerity is the most precious quality of being a human being! Just imagine, if everyone is acting on every occasion, cheating and cheating, without honesty. What kind of society will it be? The most worrying thing is that the country people are gradually far away from those excellent qualities of life, but on the contrary, they are competing to learn how to make life thick. Every time I think of the decay of social morality and the corruption of social atmosphere, my heart is filled with incomparable pain. Therefore, I really want to raise my arms and shout: fellow citizens, wake up! Don’t let sincerity be lost in society. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Waiting for her, at Poyang Lake

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