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The telecommunication bureau called to inform me that the balance was insufficient, so I quickly typed the money. In addition to being surprised, I called to ask about the two mobile phones sent by the telecom company, one of which had overrun Internet traffic and had to stop the phone. After inquiring, my son used his mobile phone to surf the Internet, and he was driven out of the house in a rage. The weather is cold in winter, my son is out of the house, and he is missing. She cared about her children, regardless of the thin clothes, each community looked for them one by one. When hesitating, I was at a loss. I called to tell someone sad. Someone comforted me: money is something outside of my body, and it is not easy to raise my son, so I quickly find it back. I finally found it at a small stone bench in a community. My son repented deeply and cried bitterly. He replied, “I don’t know if the internet traffic is free, so I hope you can forgive me. She forgave her son. When the mother and son entered the house together, the master apologized to his son voluntarily, but also condemned his son’s behavior. My son listened to it modestly, and he must study hard to make his parents rest assured. Mr. Zhou answered a phone call late and went out, telling him that he would come back at eleven o’clock. She was too lazy to ask. Since the beginning of the couple, a kind of action agreement has been acquiesced, which does not interfere with each other’s privacy, including online private chat, Friends of the opposite sex and so on. The premise is that safety comes first, family comes first, and family harmony should be maintained. So far, the couple have been getting along happily. When she was bored, she published some small articles about her life in the forum, and was lucky to meet a friend in the forum. Good friend, Jian, extraordinary literary talent, I will stay in QQ in the future, and have a good talk with each other in my spare time. The original blog articles created by Jian are all of good literary talent. She watched every article carefully and never missed one. Last time I played in the online space, Beijing Xueyou teased and smiled, “did Lan Yan find it? She sighed in her heart that it was not easy to find a blue face. Keeping a healthy and upward relationship with Jian is also a respect for someone, no matter what someone thinks, in addition to talking with someone privately, in addition to talking with Jian freely, other netizens all refuse to chat vulgar. Also limit yourself, except for the rest days, try to buffer the Internet time, communicate with your children more, and study together. The above is what she thinks and encounters unpleasant things in her heart. I hope you don’t laugh. What I mean is self-comfort! 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…

Walking on the edge, memory is deep and dotted (1)

I have been appreciating and admiring the man who makes people fight to the end of the world, walking on the edge of the society, with endless passion, no fear of wind, Frost, rain and snow, walking all over the world with one heart and one mind, and the reputation of Justice is famous, I always stick to the clear sky in my heart, and smile with all kinds of blows. In my heart, I have an inexplicable appreciation of him, a kind of voice I want to follow. Either because of his talent, or because he evoke an ideal call hidden in my heart. Finally, I set up my ideal and became a justice journalist, writing the real life in my own language and marching towards my life without regrets. Yesterday and Today are both very lucky days for me, not because I won the lottery, not because I found a treasure, but because I learned from my teacher that I had the opportunity to practice in Chuzhou Yangzi Evening News branch. This is a rare opportunity. This is a step forward for me to really walk into the road of journalists. I came here early, strange, strange, but so happy, feeling that blue sky and white clouds are smiling here, I feel the breeze is cheering for me! Although this place is not as spacious and bright as I imagined, I will communicate with the teachers of every newspaper office next. When I know each other’s names and contact information, I feel that they are so kind, and they also smile kindly to show others. I lost a lot of concerns immediately, fearing that some people would not be close to each other and it was unnecessary now. However, it is true that there are few opportunities to interview here. Today, I am mainly reading newspapers to know a little about the style of Yangzi Evening News. In fact, there is knowledge everywhere in life, and the infinite power in life is explored and recognized by oneself. If you have a heart, you will have good knowledge. Re-examine the time and space where we exist. Through the flowing days, the impressions and experiences we encounter and face are deeply engraved in our minds. Even if the dots are like ink, they are still treasured throughout our life. Too many dreams are always pursued, not easily realized. Difficulties are the absolute principle, otherwise everything will lose the most real taste. Trying to imagine a bright future, trying to imagine the moment when I officially became a journalist. If everything became true, it would be the most beautiful gift for me. But I know that this kind of gift comes from my own efforts. At noon, I sat alone in the office, tapping the keyboard, pouring down the words I wanted to express one by one. I like this feeling, and the quietness made me feel the excitement of blood rolling. I once wrote a sentence myself: go to the world, and the world will go to you. I am still moved by this sentence and clearly know how my every step is coming. A little autistic, later a little outgoing, now it is my initiative to move towards this challenging society. This step-by-step footprint really touched me. These are the marks of my own growth, which all give me unexpected beauty. Little memories keep me warm all the time. Even if it is a setback, it is also a precious experience to walk on the edge of the world. With the initial dream, I will not lose my direction, nor because of all kinds of temptations, if you are not born for material desire and pursue a happy and free life without regret, then every bit is precious like nectar. Isn’t that what we need? 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…

Walk in between heaven and earth

My life time was in the ancient town of Mengli water town in the south of the Yangtze River, where there were hundreds of officials. Behind me, there used to be small bridges and flowing water, white walls and tiles, flying willows, plum blossoms spitting incense, and a tranquil scenery. The water winds down from the Dragon Mountain, flows through the silent jungle, flows through the Yin grass, flows into the Cao E River, flows into the Hangzhou Bay and flows into the sea. Nowadays, hundreds of officials have become a riverside city in Shangyu. Walking on the straight and wide road, the Third Ring Road and the fourth ring road stretch under the feet. I stopped and stumbled, looking back at the dusk, walking between the heaven and the Earth, leaving half a century of life footprints clearly visible in the wind and rain. As long as the road of life is, the passing years will be long. In my memory, my life started from Huangni Road, baiguan Jiefang Street, in front of Hongmiao kindergarten in Yantou, and it was extremely difficult to walk on it with gold ingots overshoes to Huaihua Bridge. I walked from Lixin Primary School on the bank of baiguan River to baiguan Town Middle School on Xinjian Road. I walked from the border bridge to Baima Lake Chunhui Middle School. In the years when passion was burning, I was writing hard in the classroom, walking out of the campus to learn from workers, farmers and soldiers, rushing to the society to shout slogans and participate in political movements one after another. In the years when I studied Dazhai in agriculture, I walked into the vast fields, harvested golden grains, fought in the ice and snow, went up the mountains and down the sea, carried the reclamation of the sea and the Shangpu Gate shoulder to shoulder. In the years of reform and opening up, I drove cars, trains, ships and planes to travel all over the country, carrying bags and shuttling through the national department store ordering conference. I once went to Yiwu to set up a stall and set up a company at home when I was doing business all over the country, and sold my products to the whole country. Now I have traveled across the sea and traveled around the world, flying with dreams. I was still sitting in front of the computer desk, tapping the keyboard with beautiful words one by one, and fixing the ordinary and warm days into beautiful moments one by one, copying, pasting, spreading and infecting. The sun rises and the moon falls, Spring goes and autumn comes, the pace of time passes by in a hurry, and it will never return. Nowadays, few people have such rich experiences as mine. After half a century of life, I traveled all over the world and traveled all over the world. Because of my work, I have more courage and courage to go more, deeper and farther than ordinary people. I always sit on the moon and sing songs. I walk alone in those strange journeys with my sword in the sky. I am also used to living by walking with my luggage and looking for the happiness of life while walking. I am a dream-chasing person like Xu Xiake, walking between the heaven and the earth, my eyes are filled with dreams, and my heart is full of longing for the future. I have met many people and separated from them. I didn’t hope there would be any romantic encounter or romantic scenery all the way. I just wanted to sit quietly in the small restaurant near the street in other places, drink a glass of wine, watch the sunrise and sunset, and enjoy the loneliness quietly. Although a person’s walking may be somewhat lonely, he has tasted the sweetness and bitterness. However, when walking between the heaven and the Earth from one place to another, the humanistic scenery along the way will make your mind have a brand-new feeling and harvest for everything around you, after a period of precipitation, those long scenery left in the deep memory and the pile people and things experienced in the past will have a deeper feeling. This is also a kind of wealth in life, which is worthy of my life’s treasure. Walking between the heaven and the Earth, there used to be Li Bai’s romantic free and easy wandering around the world, and there used to be Su Shi who went to the east of the country to go through the waves. There was also Li Yu, li Qingzhao went to the west building alone. I walked between the heaven and the Earth with my traveling bag on my back. I once walked across the country, leaving my deep or shallow footprints and my warmth. I traveled far away with my traveling bag on my back, and the Camel Bell played the original lonely soul with soft rhythm. I traveled to the deep desert of a foreign country, looking for the dream in the wind and sand far away. How many unfinished love and unanswered calls do I have in my life? How many Mountains can’t be approached in my life, and how many running water can’t be involved in? I traveled through the reality, vicissitudes and fleeting years, walking between the heaven and the earth. The road ahead was so bumpy. There were cliffs and steep walls in high mountains, waves and reefs in the sea, and strong winds and sands in the desert, there are thorns and beasts in the forest. Walking between the heaven and the earth, I also experienced the steep Huashan Mountain, the great shore of Huangshan Mountain, the magnificence of Yangtze River, the mighty Yellow River and the vast and broad mountains and rivers of our motherland. There are also the vast ocean, the legend of the Strait, and the colorful exotic scenery. Walking between the heaven and the earth, I measured the land I love under my feet with my youth and passion. The luggage on my back was full of everything. I have collected years, life and many beautiful memories. When I open my luggage and put it under the bright sunshine, I will be found that the road of my life is so tortuous and long, Experiencing vicissitudes, my life turns out to be so rich and colorful with long lingering charm. I will collide the footprints I used to walk between the heaven and the Earth with the nib to spark. Now I am accumulating a book “walking between the heaven and the Earth”, and I will definitely keep walking and writing more and more. 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…

Flower homing trajectory

As the annual rings go round and round, we get along day and night with the years. When I was a child, I always felt that the life was too slow, and it seemed that it was still in a certain period of time. But now, I feel that the time was so fleeting along the fingers. When a kind of astringent smell which is a little heavy, strong and lingering in people’s mind grows slowly in the body. I have to have mood fluctuations, tears streaming down my face….. In the gorgeous flowers of life, every flower is trying to show its beautiful appearance. The process of showing off the corner is very like a Rubik’s Cube, which can not cover all aspects, but we should try our best to embody some values about our own existence. If one day, every face is thought to be in place by oneself, no matter how hard you try to change any face, outsiders can only see the emerging side. Others, in the dark, in some abandoned corners; Or in the stirring cracks, waiting for the day of seeing the light. Candy paper recalled the childhood which was a little vague now, and cut my sister’s head neatly. Raise your head, stick candy paper of various colors on your cheek, and then squint at the color of the sky. The flickering haziness. Since then, dreams and longings of various colors have been melted into that thin and small candy paper. However, times have changed, but we can no longer go back to those simple days without any impurities or bacteria. On that summer afternoon many years ago, adults all went to the farm to bask in wheat. Some friends in nearby villages who can’t name or remember their faces will call them to hide and play in the wheat field. A pair of very simple candy sandals had already worn out after they couldn’t stand running like that, but the wheat residue cut the legs and feet without any sense. At that time, what I feared most was all kinds of Caterpillar. However, many years later, nowadays, dwelling in a big city has already blurred the beauty of the sunset. I have already forgotten the pleasure and fragrance brought by running. Even if something similar to Xiaoqiang crawls out of the corner of the house, he will still do things calmly and pat it to death with slippers. …… After thinking about a question for a long time, the answer is still not clear. In fact, the answer is not unknown. It is only because of its great harm that we cannot understand it thoroughly. At present, what we need is a calm and peaceful psychological attitude or a calm and self-disciplined attitude. One night of paper cutting, I remembered all kinds of window flowers cut by my grandmother. In the snowy winter, every corner of the room was covered with glass, and that kind of Red House was warm everywhere. Lying bed shang ban shang tossing and turning, but can not sleep long. Turn over to the ground, find scissors red paper, and carefully recall every detail of paper cutting. Cut it down and slowly open it, but it is a shape that is nothing. My heart was blocked, and I still struggled with myself. After cutting for two or three hours, my waist and back were sore and my arms were sore. The cut is not a little old. Tired of cutting, lying on the table, looking at a table of paper. Tears fell down, but there was no sound. I don’t know when it will happen. It was the next day when I opened my eyes again. The sun climbed into the window from the other end of the mountain and I couldn’t open my eyes with its golden light. Expand your five fingers and look at the dust in the sunshine from your sleepy eyes. Stretch your waist, stick a table paper-cut on the glass, jump down from the chair after pasting, lie on the rocking chair and look around. More messy and deliberate, less warm and warm. At that time, sadness came from, unhappy. There are too many plots in life that are easy to remember. However, some memories will make people have the illusion of loss…… When the wheat field was young, Grandpa’s home was on one side of the wheat field, and rivers and mountains were on the other side of the wheat field. When it is small, I like the refreshing joy brought by wheat fields in summer and autumn. Standing in the wheat field in summer, the wind blows, and the big waves surrounded by the wheat field come across. The Straw hit me and felt itchy. Shorter wheat seedlings will get into my skirt at this time. There were always some honest friends beside me who pulled out the wheat fields for me to run over smoothly. My friends would smile with their mouths covered and call my name. I don’t know why I liked running so much at that time. That feeling is like the stimulation of racing nowadays. It’s just more natural and better. One autumn several years ago, I went to the outdoor shooting with sister Hua who was engaged in photography, and went through a large number of wheat fields. The spectacular, golden and heavy joy hurt my eyes when the sun was setting, and many memories rushed into my mind at that time. At that time, sister Hua took a photo of me which I thought was the most natural in my life. Among them, a figure standing in the wheat field was almost taken as the cover of her advertisement. Although the wheat field is very high, the long hair is waist-high. But for this, even if it is as ostentatious as me. However, there is still a tradition that cannot be put on the table, which is blocking here. I admit that I will never exceed such a thing in my life. I don’t want to go beyond it. Since coming back with sister Hua, this group of photos has never been seen by the third person. However, I was glanced at by a bosom friend like the wind for a few times. After knowing that it was a photo, I began to rush with me. Maybe because I looked too tough when I was protecting the photo, he was not arguing. Destined, some specific things are left to some specific memories. Just as I left my beautiful and lonely back to the beautiful and lonely wheat field in my heart as always. I have no intention to pick up the fragments scattered by my memory on the ground when I was knocking on the keyboard. I counted a piece of longing, a piece of confusion, a piece of Watch, lost courage, but what I couldn’t pick up was that piece of innocence, a piece of warmth 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…

Mother

That year, when she just turned three, her mother left her. My father told her that my mother had gone to a distant place and it would take a long time to come back! Come on, I will teach you how to fold small stars. When you fold a bottle full of small stars, mom will come back. Therefore, she used colored paper to fold little stars for fun every day, although the folding was not good. However, she tried very hard to fold, because she knew that when she folded a bottle of little stars, her mother would come back. She didn’t know why grandma always sang a song in the corner of nobody. That song was so desolate: cabbage, Ye Erhuang, three or two years old, without mother! Grandma often lifted her skirt and wiped her eyes while singing. Once, when grandma sang this song, she couldn’t help asking Grandma, what is mother? Grandma told her that mother was her mother. She asked, when will my mother come back? Grandma cried again. Grandma said, “Your mother has been away from home. She has gone to work far away. When she comes back, she will bring you a lot of delicious food! Good boy, you are obedient, you are obedient, mother will come back soon. At the age of five, my father led an aunt back home. The aunt looked so beautiful. My father said to her, “This is your mother. Hurry up, call her mother. She cried timidly: mother. The aunt held her in her arms affectionately and said, “good boy, how lovely. However, she felt a little confused in her little heart. Why is this mother so white? However, her mother in her memory was a little dark. For her mother’s memory, it was already very vague, but her mother looked a little dark, but she remembered it. She also looked a little black and looked like her mother. She didn’t know that after her mother left, many people introduced her father to her, but her father always lived in missing her, and he didn’t agree. He wanted to wait until his mood calmed down. In this way, the days passed gradually until one day she met her. Her shadow was the shadow of her lost wife, her hands, gestures and even her voice, they are all so similar to her. Women also love her very much. He also told her the fact that she had a daughter, but she said she was willing and she liked children. So. The girl has her mother again. Grandma said, this is your mother, you must obey! She nodded and asked grandma a question: why is mother so White while I am so black? Grandma said, silly child, your mother has to look better when she goes out to work. She has beauty and wiped white cream, so she turns white! The girl seemed to understand, but she knew that when mother came back, she could have Mother’s Love Again. No child laughed at her any more, saying that she was a child without mother. My mother was very diligent and neat. My mother’s arrival made my family look brand-new. My father’s complexion also became better. In the past, my father always sighed frequently, but now my father’s face is full of smiling faces. She went to primary school. My mother’s attitude suddenly became harsh. She checked her homework every day. As long as she wrote a wrong word, she would tear it off and rewrite it immediately; If she couldn’t recite the text, she would ask her to recite it there, when she finished reciting, when she went to bed, in the morning, before six o’clock, mother woke her up and asked her to recite English words; If she did something wrong or said something wrong, mother would criticize her severely; mother didn’t allow her to watch TV, play computer games, let alone stay outside after school; She never gave her pocket money. Seeing other children buying colorful snacks with small change, she was greedy. She thought, was I born by my mother? Otherwise, how could she do this to me? Then, she ran to ask Grandma, and she asked: Grandma, was I born by my mother? Grandma touched her kindly and said, “silly child, why didn’t you be born by mother? Look, the sweater your mother knitted for you, the toy your mother bought for you, and the delicious food your mother cooked for you all show that your mother loves you! She nodded, thinking of the sweater that mother knitted for her in the cold winter night and the delicious food that mother bought for her. With the growth of age and the rise of grade, mother’s requirements for her study became stricter and stricter. Once, she was lazy and didn’t recite the text. Mother punished her and made her kneel, when can I go out to play after I finish carrying it. She grew up and had self-esteem. She thought this mother was too strict and she was not her own mother. She would talk about her because of small things, such as throwing socks everywhere, not folding clothes, sitting or standing…… She became more and more unbearable, and a trace of hatred gradually emerged in her heart. She thought, I must take an ideal university and go out of this House to find my own happiness. She became more hardworking and diligent. Her exams were almost the first in the whole grade. After the college entrance examination, she was admitted to a famous university. She breathed a long sigh of relief, and finally I could leave this home without warmth and mother. She was very pleased that she would leave this house. She is already eighteen years old, and she is graceful and graceful. She raises her hand and acts properly, which is so decent. On the night of college, my father talked with her in the living room. Dad told a secret that she had wanted to know for years but couldn’t believe. She was not born by mother! Her mother left her because of liver cancer when she was three years old. What mother did was for her good. She hoped that she could achieve something, so that she could live up to her mother under Jiuquan. Hearing her father’s words, she had already burst into tears. At this time, she came over and threw herself into her arms, shouting loudly: Mother- Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

A childhood after 70 s

My son grew up day by day, and unconsciously, he was already in the third grade of primary school. When I go to school to pick up and pick up children every day, I always feel that today’s children are too hard to see parents surrounding the school gate and watching their children leave and arrive with expectation and anxiety, they virtually took too much pressure that didn’t belong to them, and even their parents were sent to various cram schools in their spare time. Their childhood happiness is being compressed little by little by parents. Thus, I thought of my childhood. My childhood was happy and carefree. I was born in Naiman Banner, which was said to be one of the ten poverty-stricken counties in the country at that time, and was more than 30 kilometers away from the town. When my father and mother got married, they had already worked in an enterprise in Tongliao city (they were all state-owned enterprises at that time). My father seldom came back to visit us once a year, so I hadn’t seen my father several times before I was five years old. At the age of five, my father’s unit was divided into dormitories, so my father and mother ended their separation life for nearly ten years, and the whole family got together. Although the house was small, only 12 square meters, but after all, it is a complete home, life is very bitter, but it is very warm. From rural areas to cities, the environment has changed a lot, and life has become rich and colorful all of a sudden. And the childhood memories in memory have gradually become clear since then. My father was a monitor of the workshop at that time. He was not a big official, but he had a heavy responsibility. My father was the kind of person who gave up his family, so he had almost no time to take care of the life and study of our siblings. In order to subsidize the family, my mother also found a temporary job. She worked hard for this family every day, so my brother and sister and I learned to take care of ourselves when we were very young, but at the same time, this laissez-faire lifestyle made me fearless and creative when I was a child. Of course, there were no toys like Transformers or electric cars in my childhood. I didn’t even have a decent toy since I was a child. Basically, I made it myself and entertained myself. The first toy I made myself was WHIP. At that time, there was a cart shop not far away from my home, which was a place for the car owners who transported goods back and forth. At that time, the people who drove carriages were very arrogant, and their work was equivalent to the drivers who drove heavy trucks now, so they often saw them roaring past with whips, frames, oh, I can’t envy it. So I made several whips of different lengths. The method was extremely simple, which was to use the thread drawn from the car tire to weave it into a strand and tie it to the bamboo pole or branch, just a few whips, I cherished them so much that no one could move. Before going to bed, I still had to stand neatly in the corner of the wall. When I threw the whip so that it could crack, I found that what other children played was fresher and more exciting, so I joined them. At that time, there was a special train line not far from my home, and there were often trains passing back and forth. We thought of picking up foreign nails and putting them on the rails. After the train passed by, the nails were flat a lot, after several cycles like this, a full moon machete succeeded. It was extremely sharp after being slightly polished. We used this knife to dissect insects such as horses, snakes and frogs. Until later, when one of my companions put a spike picked up beside the train track on the rail, it was found by the workers on the railway. If it hadn’t been found timely, that spike could derail the train, and the consequences would be unimaginable. As a result, his family was fined 200 yuan, and we were also severely warned, which was definitely a large number at that time. From then on, we dared not to roll flat knives on the rails any more. Sometimes we like to play jokes. We once ran to the side of the road at night, tied a string on the trees on both sides of the road, with a height of about 1.5 meters, and then hid in the ditch to see the cyclist hung by the rope, we laughed secretly, which greatly satisfied the psychology of evil work. The most classic One was that a man who rode a bicycle with a cigarette in his mouth was blown down: I saw a small bright spot passing by in parallel. Then, the bright spot jumped suddenly and followed closely! With a sound, we fled everywhere, and ###### came from behind, seizing and killing you! Shouting. Before I went to primary school, I had already made several decent toys, such as knives, guns made of plywood, slingers, ice shells (ga), even playing gunpowder gun and so on. At that time, our boys often played fan pia (four tones) in the daytime and hide-and-seek in the evening, while girls played rubber band jumping and chua (three tones) Galaha. Hide-and-seek is a game we often play at night, climbing trees, going to the House and drilling jars. As long as we can think of places, we can hide in, which not only exercises our bodies, but also improves our observation ability. Later, I often thought: if we were soldiers, we would certainly be good candidates selected by special forces. I still remember when I was just in primary school, when the movie Shaolin Temple was just released, my companions and I went to the nearby theaters every day, After watching it for several times, we think eating dog meat should be very generous, especially baking it by ourselves. So I began to plan whose dog to eat. Since several good friends at that time were all Mongolian, we knew that Mongolian treated dogs like family members when they were very young, never killing dogs, let alone eating. However, the temptation of dog meat is too great. Before the action, several hardcore hooks and swear, no one is allowed to talk to adults. Then draw lots to select the black dog of one of them as the target. At that time, our five friends, the oldest 13 years old, the youngest 7 years old, pitiful that black dog, were killed quickly under the attack of our chaos and bricks. We don’t know how to clean up the dead black dog, and we are too lazy to clean it up. We simply cut off two thighs with a kitchen knife and bury other parts, which can be regarded as disfiguring the corpse. All this was done in secret excitement. On the day of barbecue, our excited faces were flushed one by one, and the preparation work was also sufficient: Knife, match, a small bottle of soy sauce and a handful of salt. The location has been stepped on for a long time —- a big pit nearly 4 meters deep in the suburb is not easy for outsiders to find. Collecting firewood, igniting fire and holding dog legs are not very professional, but the division of labor is clear. Smelling the charred dog meat, it gave off a strong fragrance, and the Ha zi had already been dripping down, and it would disappear as soon as it was baked. All of them ate with their mouths full of oil and blood, and their hands and faces were all dark. Although he had pulled a hook, swore, and didn’t say anything about killing him, the youngest one betrayed the oath and betrayed us within three days. As a result, several adults held a joint discussion: analyzing their own ways of discipline, which caused such a serious incident. Then we gathered together to criticize: What betrayed the nation, betrayed the ancestors, and even the national scumbags came. The seriousness of the crime and the intense reaction are much more serious than we imagined. Moreover, messages are delivered to their own families at the fastest speed (letters). From then on, people who come back to their hometown to visit relatives or come to their hometown can always be reprimanded; This child, how to deal with it after eating dog meat. Shame. As if street rat. Two or ten years later, I accidentally heard that my father, who had already been the factory director, called to decide where to go for the dinner. My father said, “it’s still the old place. Eat dog meat. Surprised, my father didn’t know when he was addicted to it, and learned that several other parents who strongly opposed and denounced US for eating dog meat had eaten dog meat in recent years, I also rated it delicious. They took actions to calm down the rebellion for us, and the impulse of our childhood became the foresight. My childhood was spent in such a carefree, simple, happy and relaxed environment without going to preschool for a day. I didn’t learn to write about people, mouth and hands until I was eight years old and went to primary school——–. Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Boring

I just want to write something suddenly! It seems that there is nothing to write in depth, but do you feel that you should write something at this time? It is also bad or not bad, but stuffy, so stuffy, not painful, nothing happened? Is it because nothing happened that I feel uncomfortable? Or is it because the sixth sense feels what will happen, a dramatic turning point? Good? Bad? It just makes people feel a little nervous, a little scared! This is not good. Apart from the disadvantages that affect other jobs and do harm to health, it is not suitable to match the warm sunny days outside. But it was so stuffy that I had to imagine myself sitting on the high wall shaking my legs back and forth and shouting: out of tune, out of tune, unreliable, unreliable. I rented the movie “Step by step” and saw half of it. I turned off the computer and went to the book City inexplicably. I was thinking that I had set the wrong tune on that string again. With absent from the first floor swinging on the 5 floor, and from the fifth floor down to the first floor, and then on the third floor, I’m afraid really lost her marbles, even if not crazy, it is estimated that it is not much worse than crazy. I thought that I couldn’t be crazy here. There were all scholars here. It was not good to disturb them. Maybe it was known that there was a pillar of the future country among them? I am those who have read books can also be regarded as scholars. If I say that I am crazy, does it mean that all scholars in the world are crazy!!! I am afraid that if I say this out, I can’t even leave a little bit of bones. Is it really going to be ruined? I think I can’t stand this sin. Continue to stroll around Seriously. There are a lot of books, which are layered, framed, and all kinds of arrangement methods. I feel a little uncomfortable, if you pile all these books on me, how many books will you bury me? Hundreds? Tens of thousands? Or tens of millions? What’s more, I couldn’t stand the weight of the book, even if the big black letters and scarlet letters were smashed into my head in the book. Even if the King of Hell and the Jade Emperor couldn’t bear to watch it! I don’t know which one will call me first? Tao is a bit tiring in the world. I wonder if it would be easier to be a small servant in front of the two princes? Later, I thought about it and mocked myself: I am an educated modern man, no matter I believe in science or believe in feudalism. Let alone whether they exist or not is an unknown number, that is, existence. As a cloth, I have always been ordinary, and I don’t have much desire to fight for it. How can I be a loser in front of the imperial court? They were reluctant to see each other, but it was not likely that I could get along well with this job. Stop, wandering too far. It is serious to find a few books to read. After a few rounds of shopping, the classification of books is not only thousands but also tens of thousands. As for how many books are, I don’t know, and it can’t be counted. So I stopped in the gallery of “what is modern famous”, which actually I am mixed design, As for the reason why I use the word “mixed”, I dare not even use it because I have not made any tricks in the design line. Since the word “mixed” is designed, I should have read books such as design. I just visited the places of that kind of books, such a large area: architecture, residence, interior, etc. There are numerous and numerous, I also took it and turned over a few books. Oh, no feeling! This also makes me very scared, I am afraid that I will stay in this business for a long time.! Maybe all parties have their own disadvantages now. Don’t force yourself to see them, so as not to get the opposite result, do more harm than gain, and regret too late. If you give up your books and go to the gallery like painting again, or can you adjust your temperament? Who could have foretold? Am I in such a bad mood today? Traditional Chinese painting, oil painting, gouache painting, watercolor painting, landscape painting, foreign painting, domestic painting, well-known painting and no-famous painting can not be seen. The more I feel it stimulates the nerves. The more I feel my head bloated, the more I feel a little headache! Alas! Ah! It is also cold to read other books leisurely, and I don’t feel much in my eyes. Then he turned back to the book gallery of “what is modern famous. It is better to find some understandings and feelings in Lu Xun, Lao She, Liang Qiushi, Xu Zhimo, Xi Murong and so on. Holding the book “Four generations together” written by Ben Lao She, there is a book “Camel Xiangzi” under it, and then “morning flowers and evening flowers”, “Scream”, “hesitation”, standing and watching it, my feet hurt and my neck was sore, then I looked at the open space and sat down. There was indeed a little sense of comfort. There were some advantages here, which made time fly away. I didn’t feel when it was now? Secondly, there is a reason to perfunctory and comfort in my heart, and at least it reduces the wasted time. Since I plunge into the pile of books, I am bound to be drawn by the plots in this book, sometimes I was indignant, sometimes I was filled with emotions and luckily held back to prevent people around me from watching jokes, and I was extremely afraid of being laughed. Suddenly, the desire to read ancient poems and words came out from the silent heart, so he gave up these books and held several books, Tang Poems, song lyrics and yuan songs. As soon as I sat down, I felt like a monkey in the book. I abandoned watermelon, broke off corn, and finally saw rabbits, so I even didn’t want corn, in the end, even the hares were not caught, which was rated as empty. Fortunately, I still like this ancient poem. My thoughts went through thousands of years ago along with the verses. The words in some important ancient verses at the bottom of the verses were studied, read carefully and interpreted! Chewing by oneself also smells a bit bad, just like ordinary people eating the duck’s neck, they become more addicted and chew their heads unconsciously. It was also a bit ashamed to say that some words might recognize me, but I didn’t recognize it, which embarrassed me. So I had to put down the book, went to the fifth floor and held a dictionary down. Speaking, things in the city are just different! The same appearance and dressing are almost one to two times more expensive than outside. Shh! This could not be said loudly. The staff would invite me out. If they saw me strolling outside the door in the future, they might send a group of guards to block me from entering the door. This will make me very sad, I don’t want it. Gossip, gossip! Find the previous seat and sit down, continue to pick up the spiritual food, leisurely! Seeing that the staff came to tell me that it was going to be closed, seeing the book under my hand, he added again: pay the bill quickly. I feel a little embarrassed, can’t afford it, can’t afford it, just a hundred? I am a genuine poor. I can’t stand much trouble. After getting out of the city gate, he fell back to this reality again. It was still neon and heavy traffic. Home! After all, people who go back and forth are tired, sleepy and hungry. In the secular world, there must be common customs. Even if I am at leisure, there are few trivial things. I think my head is too big and painful. If you don’t go through more than half of your life, you can’t judge whether a person’s future is right or wrong, whether it is worth or not. I am afraid that it can only be completely broken when I am going to leave. 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…

Turned easy to forget difficult

Turning around is so light, elegant and natural, but walking away is so heavy. In this turbulent world, in this vast net sea, in this space home piled up with words, meeting is a kind of beautiful love. A touching article, a passionate text, an emotional word; Let two strangers who are far away meet each other, and two beating hearts connect. The text knocked out by the keyboard became the best lead. With the deepening of communication, emotion rose again. Maybe that different emotion makes people depend on, and the promise is engraved in the heart forever just like this heavy type. In such a big world, people cannot exist only for one person. Even in real life, they also have their own ways of making friends and their own paradise. Sincerity does not need to be always mentioned. Maybe it is the cold screen and the empty network cable that make people confused, suspicious and uneasy. Maybe the contact between me and my friends always makes you nervous. But I never shut you out of the door, silently paying attention to everything about you. The sincere message, ardent care and reading your words always make me so sad and sad, tears Always slide down on my chest unconsciously. My behavior may make you dissatisfied. You are always so unhappy. But don’t everyone have their own way of making friends? Inadvertently, I also saw your happy and sunny side. When I miss you, I will unconsciously dial the phone, and whenever the other end of the phone rings, there will always be no answer; You make me understand that your redundant explanation is so pale. I don’t like the ridiculous and childish way of making friends in the world. Because I am who I am, I will always treat everyone sincerely. I don’t need to express myself. Please feel deeply. Because I have a promise, because as long as you are happy, I can give up. Although my home was not built for you, I am willing to give up this paradise for you. I wish you peace! Say treasure! Deep shallow edge all! 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…

Everything is done……

Spring elimination snow 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…

Other side, brightly lit

Another Sunday dusk, every time I take a bus at such a time, there is a special feeling in my heart. The sky was getting dark, and the lights lit up at home. There were beloved songs in my ears. When I went home, I thought about my home, and my thoughts spread out! The dusk of my hometown was wonderful. The fire lit by the grass ash emitted smoke in the mountain behind the house, and the fragrance overflowed, which was the fragrance of the soil; The setting sun hit the straw pile, golden, A frog peaked out, and the bad children rushed forward; The old man led a big and a small two cattle passing by the door on time. The cow’s belly was eating so much that he walked one by one, there was a sound of Moo from time to time, which was very elegant; There were many people coming from the water well on the opposite side, who were carrying water, washing vegetables, washing clothes, and the figure of grandpa who came back from fishing next door, the people in the well gathered around. Grandpa pulled the fishing basket and shared his harvest today with people. He gave out healthy laughter and shook his beard with the well water; A group of our bathing kids, wearing underpants, grabbed a bucket of cold well water and drenched it from head to foot. One of them cooled through the bones with screams everywhere, zhu did not know that once the trousers were not worn stably, a bucket of water was poured down, and the spring suddenly appeared. The partners laughed, Grandpa laughed, the sound of water burst into laughter, and the whole well laughed, the cattle also laughed, so did the mountain. The whole village laughed and went outside to study. They seldom felt the dusk in the mountain, and the sunset in middle school was also beautiful, I remembered a poem written by my deskmate. The Sun committed suicide and the sky was bleeding. This is the sunset. Just the right description is published in our school Journal; The figure trained by the brave men on the track and field, the fragrance of shampoo floating out of the dormitory, and occasionally the coveted vegetable flavor can be smelled. No, it wouldn’t be in the canteen. There were so many dishes in the canteen that the smell was mixed and no fragrance could be smelt; The crazy cheers of girls came from the basketball court, and occasionally the voices of male compatriots fighting; there is also the figure of teacher long sweating like rain in the badminton court, the playground where teacher Zhong ran barefoot; Leaves, yes, in autumn, the ground was covered with wild Zhangye leaves, rushing, rolling over the school gate, I rolled over the teaching building, the playground, the football field, and many sad steps; I ran to the sand alone, grabbed the horizontal bar, one or two, put it down, and climbed up again as if, I felt uneasy in my heart, waiting for someone’s appearance; Of course, singing is also indispensable. In the radio, in the single player, in the classroom, in the big dormitory for 15 people, there were also those duck Childe-like cries in the bathhouse, which were thick and exaggerated, permeating the whole campus, green and astringent. The dusk in Xiangtan is almost blank. In other words, it doesn’t feel the dusk. The time is divided into night and day, sleep and computer, turn on and off, lost and lost immediately, of too much! There are too many to hold a canyang. Up to now, the most beautiful memory in my mind stays on that winter weekend, holding her, like a butterfly, dancing in the playground, Sunset, such a dusk, sweet, compared with all the bloody sunset! At dusk today, it was staged on the bus. The sweat smell of the bus was full of figures returning home one by one. The passengers with different expressions were happy, happy, comfortable, dignified and serious, charming, sad and indifferent people gather here in one direction. Some of these houses are big or small, and some are decorated luxuriously, some of them may be just a rented blank house; Some of these houses also have abundant and Jane, some of them have dinner prepared by the whole family, looking forward to their return, some of them may have no one, only some cold pots. The sky was getting darker and darker, and my thoughts were like the fish pond in grandma’s house after rain. The water in the pond, mixed with some small fish escaping by tricks, spread everywhere. Under the road was a vegetable field, under the vegetable field is Xiangjiang River. The river is calm as usual. On the other side of the river, it is Zhuzhou City. The lights are on one after another. That is my destination. My home tonight, where there are colleagues waiting for my dinner. Thinking of this, warmth came. Let’s go let’s go people always learn to grow up let’s go life is hard to avoid suffering struggle Let’s go find a home for your heart hear the song of Sylvia Chang, let’s go! Although Go! Anyway, the other side is brightly lit! 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…