Spring, how are you?

You know, since you told me your name, I have never been stingy. Today, in the Sunny Sun which is close to May, I hold it out gracefully, letting the long-lost coolness warm my heart. I am reluctant to use this word. In fact, it is not only to stop in your heart, but also to respect you and get used to it. I know that since I finished writing that article for you, I want to completely forget you subconsciously, just like what I used to be, just like two floating clouds in the sky, you go, I go, even if I meet occasionally, I don’t know you. However, the Qingfen and Hui quality in your orchid petals still attracted me so strongly that they didn’t get what they wanted, so they simply depended on my temper. Although you often come to my space without time, I understand. Because your work is very different from that of the public. I understand that you are very busy. Nevertheless, your heart is thinner than anyone else. Even my close friends didn’t say anything subtle. And you said the most painful part of my heart inadvertently. Indeed, in recent days, that person has not been in my space for some time. My heart knows the reason. I know him very well, because I am a predecessor, a teacher and a friend. I am very sorry and disappointed to lose him, but I am not sad at all. Although his literary talent is flying and his prose and novels are impeccable, I also admit that he is a veritable writer, but I really cannot agree with some world views. Until now, I still firmly believe that my stubbornness is correct. Just at the beginning of April, you said you might not be able to surf the internet for some time. I understand that I guess secretly that maybe you are on a business trip or there are other things about work. I didn’t care too much, so the days went quietly like water. Just last week, on a warm afternoon, when I was writing essays while chewing my thoughts on the computer, your avatar finally flashed. I put down everything in my hands, I am happy to ask: spring, I haven’t seen it for a long time, is it OK? Not bad, how about you? You said calmly. Ha ha, as usual, not too bad Spring, where are you? Beijing 301 hospital, my heart beats very fast. Are you in the hospital these days? My heart has already got the answer. Chun, please tell me what happened on Earth? Nothing, it’s still the old problem, nerve is too tired and headache, it’s almost good, don’t worry. My heart is still surging, and the ripples of yearning come one after another in the evening. I am very happy to see you send a diary named touching song, who will accompany you to sing peace. After reading, I felt a little relieved. Your words are still as good as yesterday, and you really love reading them carefully. You mentioned a man in the article, Shi Tiesheng. I know his greatness. He is a famous contemporary Chinese writer, who joined Yan’an in 1969. in 1972, he collapsed due to illness and returned to Beijing. In the later days, he claimed that his occupation was illness, and he was writing in his spare time. At that time, although he was 23 years old, he was in a wheelchair forever, but the terrible illness did not take away his tenacious and optimistic spirit. In 1996 nian with his 20 years ago experience Street plant life for wall, for very concise writing, the shape of 6-bit bottom characters and won first Lu Xun Literature Prize, even the story of the old house, I also understand your intention of writing about him. His full morale and unyielding precious sentiment, which are harder than steel, are really worthy of our imitation and reference. At the same time, I also understand your mood at this moment. Although you are a little pessimistic and helpless, I know clearly that after such a long struggle between soul and body, you will dialectically examine the weakest part of monologue in your heart. During this period, your long-lost black and white hairpins also came to visit you. You are so happy and delighted, just like reappearing the unforgettable and beautiful youth time of that year, but they have really grown up up up till now. Time really does not forgive people! Needless to say, you don’t need to do it yourself. I believe you will defeat the disease in your body. Because spring always stands behind the severe winter, isn’t it? I believe that the anxiety and yearning in my heart move with the wind just like the willow outside the window. What I remember in my heart is still that sentence: spring, how safe are you? 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…

Rhyme Book whim

East and West are roads, North and South are streets. In the center of the city, I feel the breadth of the world; I can reach the sky at the top and touch the ground at the bottom. At the top of the city, I dislike the small size of the world; the water comes from the water, and the Lotus comes from the water. In the quietest time of the city, I appreciate the lightness of Tao Weng; Sitting against the window, holding a roll and thinking, in the farthest place of the city, I realize the beauty of leisure and elegance. A cup of green tea, a bamboo chair, a roll of story, a river that has been accumulated for thousands of years in a dynasty, I gently waded through it and dared not to hit a little water, afraid of disturbing the ink melting in the water suddenly churning, without pen and paper, then it is another piece of text that has been passed down through the ages. The sunshine in the afternoon comes quietly and sprinkles on my lonely pages. The perfect change of light and shadow is like a pair of eyes witnessing history in the deep pupil, vaguely flashing, who whispered in the past? Talking about the growth of a civilization, I lost myself in words. I couldn’t find an exit, let alone an exit. It doesn’t matter who came from the beat of reality and dream? Singing the faded story of time I wandered between the tones, forgetting that time also passed through the space. What is the meaning that the present and the past time buried the city and rotted the skin, no one can do anything about the quiet ink of the yellowed paper, which silently reveals the glory of the past and also the treasure of today and the brilliance of tomorrow. Who is dancing lightly and quietly approaching? Even though Yuyang came with a drum, she couldn’t be shocked by the graceful dance of the woman who had danced for thousands of years. The memory fell in front of the window, and I didn’t care about it. The breeze blowing from ancient times shook my silent wind chimes, the moon of Qin Shiming and the moon of Han pass. The moon was still hanging high but I didn’t know how many vicissitudes had invaded this land and thought about it, there will be a woman standing on the blue brick under my feet waiting for her lover, and there will be a beauty that has died in the soil under my feet to keep the breeze blowing from my lover in ancient times, the faint fragrance brought by those women caressed the flowers in front of the window, so the flowers became fragrant. When the flowers were drunk, the people who planted flowers laughed if the flowers liked the people who planted flowers, the flowers are blooming, because they are so beautiful. If the flowers fall in love with the person who grows the flowers, the flowers will be defeated again, because it was too bitter, after all, the flowers were blooming and losing, and there was also a sweet, sour and quiet flute of the people who planted flowers. Who was calling? Who is echoing each other with the sad flute? Lightly lift the water sleeves and tie a wisp of blue silk around the fingers, which is the most beautiful beauty. It is not that when will you arrive just for waiting to lean against the handrail but passing through thousands of sails? Staring at the water, fish know my heart? The woman who was looking forward to him was looking at the Sun and Moon for thousands of years again, following the sound of water. Who knew that the distant lover came back? The afternoon sunshine dispersed quietly. The temperature of the air was still warm and refreshing. Close the pages gently, the story is in the book, I am outside the book, and my dream is in 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…

I like autumn

The company wants to move to a spacious and bright office and workshop, and the mood is naturally very bright. The middle-level meeting of the company was held, and mobilization was arranged. There were young leaders and senior leaders. It could be seen that everyone was in a good mood. At the meeting, I talked about the four seasons of life and the meaning of life. I talked freely. In fact, this youth is really like a spring full of hope, just like a Passionate Summer. Looking at their youthful smiling faces, I am always infected with my passion. This age is just like the golden autumn, with maturity in calmness and harvest in depth. The young company is full of vigor and vitality, and the harmonious team is united and forging ahead. I am neither a scholar nor a layman. People who live in the season naturally make great contributions. Praise makes themselves happy and hate making themselves uncomfortable. This shouldn’t be considered a vulgar thing! Autumn is coming, sweeping away the turbid air made by summer, clear and transparent. The sky was so blue that people could breathe happily. The sky was high and the clouds were light, and it was refreshing to shout out. The autumn wind painted red maple leaves, ripe the fruits, and also swept away the dead leaves. The grass underground was indeed yellow, but it was full of mature fragrance. Not? My life is also in autumn, so I like the autumn of nature, and also like the autumn of life. I like the graceful appearance of autumn; I like the calmness of autumn; I like the rich fruits of autumn. Autumn came over with one mind, never let the gentle conciliation, love bravely, hate resolutely, let the dead die without hesitation, and let those who should have prospered prosper without hesitation. Be frank and upright. Autumn, in his calm skin, hid his warm heart, because the pity for the rotten is the struggle for the newborn. In autumn, only with heavy savings can there burst out. Just like Li Bai’s hundreds of wine-fighting poems, the seemingly casual writing contains a long breeding. When autumn cleanses the sky curtain, scours the turbid air, and even clears the depression in people’s heart with an unbreakable momentum, have you ever thought of the energy and philosophy contained in this seemingly casual chic. Autumn, move forward persistently, do not play the mean hazy routine, bravely write the truth between heaven and earth. Today’s weather is ha ha ha, it is the sound that can’t be heard in autumn for a lifetime. Even if those who praise autumn do not hesitate to write words and ink, those who are sad about autumn do not hesitate to cry. Autumn, as I am still, still writes the truth into the earth; But does not make a gentle and honest appearance, and wins the reputation of a good gentleman. In autumn, no matter under the full moon of Mid-Autumn Festival, or on the side of the chrysanthemum in Chang’an with the fragrance of the sky; No matter it is the rustling flowers or the emptying of turbid waves; It is still moving forward without leaving the scenery beside the road, I don’t care more about the bitter wind and rain, just like a passer without hesitation. Occasionally there is cold autumn rain, telling passers-by that after a chill, you should clearly understand that this is the real me! Autumn, when I read the beautiful poems at all times and in all countries, I could not see the famous sentences of cherishing autumn, so I came and went boldly and smartly; Just like Xu Zhimo, I waved my sleeves without taking away a piece of clouds, he even didn’t leave the gesture of waving his sleeves, so he left calmly; Let an example of praise and curse be left behind, and also left his own honor behind. Autumn, Pu Pu Suo, simple and simple, with a natural and unrestrained figure, with a graceful back, tell people the most profound truth __ Ren Erzan I am not me/still cut down the complexity/Still Rain and breeze. Sweeping the cool summer and coming to meet the severe winter, tearing off the prosperous packaging to make people understand the original appearance of the world, but not the depth of the sobering people, the more carefully they look at it, the simpler and more direct it is, just like the voice of the child in the new clothes of the Emperor. Autumn, in the vast sky, in the vast land, splash ink painting, but no trace. It is said that Yu Dafu can always see a lot of praises and sorrows about autumn when he goes through the collections of poets such as England, Germany, France and Italy, or the An-thology of poems from various countries. Among the long idyllic poems or four seasons poems of famous great poets, the part about autumn is always the most outstanding and interesting. It can be seen that animals with feelings and human beings with interests always have the same feelings of deep, remote, harsh and bleak for autumn. Not only poets, but also prisoners who were shut down in prison. In autumn, I think I will certainly feel a deep feeling that I can’t do myself; In autumn, there is no country for people, what’s more, there are differences among different classes? Mr. Yu Dafu also tried his best to express his love of autumn in the autumn of the old capital; But the style and boldness of autumn were still the big way. Oh! Really! I like autumn! 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…

Such as water of night

Counting by fingers, I have been on Fushou Mountain for the sixth time, and stayed at Fushi mountain villa for more than ten nights. I like the night of Fushou Mountain, not only because of the high altitude here, the hot summer and autumn season can make you enjoy the cool and comfortable as spring; More importantly, the night here is natural, quiet, it is refreshing and gentle, which makes my mind clear and clear, without any distractions and worries. Here, no matter walking on the mountain path, listening to the singing of insects and frogs, smelling the fragrance of mountain flowers, or looking up at the stars that seem to be poked by bamboo poles on the Moonlight floor, and the planes flying in the night sky will make my soul receive pure baptism and edification again and again. Once, I saw my brother walking on the mountain road and saw the instant beauty when the sun went down. My heart seemed to have an inexplicable shock. That was the most beautiful sunset scene I had ever seen for the first time in my life. The bright red sun is like a fiery red ball with gorgeous colors. It seems that it is unwilling to leave for a long time. Although what appears in front of us is the instant glory and beauty, but I seem to feel the lingering feelings of sunset. The municipal Writers Association has held the golden autumn pen meeting in Fushou Mountain for three consecutive times. There are many new faces in this year’s PEN fair. Most of the young authors are going to Fushou Mountain for the first time. Of course, they have to go to see that beautiful canyon. I have traveled four or five times in this canyon called Yuanxi. It seems that I always have a feeling of never getting bored with it. First Fu Shoushan is 2006 nian late summer, municipal federation organization writers and artists to Apple Hill folk songs. At that time, Fushi Villa had just been completed. Although it was drizzling in the sky, we still went to the canyon. The scene had been engraved in my heart, lingering in dreams many times. At that time, I wrote an essay named “wind and rain Fu Shou Shan”. After it was published in the supplement of evening news and online, the magazine “network works” was selected. Later, every time I went to Fushou Mountain, I went to visit the upstream Canyon again. Every time I had different feelings and new experiences, and at the same time, there was always a small incident. We went up along the canyon, one after another beautiful scenery made everyone happy and immersed in incomparable happiness. Especially the young authors, they did not let go of every immortal scenery in the canyon, and fixed themselves in that beautiful natural landscape. Mr. Huang from Hunan Institute of Technology stood on a huge stone, talking and laughing with his disciples. He was really delighted. Unexpectedly, he slipped under his feet and fell into the stream, with his whole body wet. Just halfway through the canyon, he had to go back home to change his clothes. But before he finished the canyon tour, Mr. Huang seemed to be still a little unsatisfied. The next morning, therefore, Mr. Huang appreciated the beauty of the canyon again. It seemed that he really had a special liking for the canyon! At noon, a few clouds came from the sky. Soon, it began to rain. I know that the weather in the mountain is always different from that under the mountain. Sometimes it rains several times a day, but the rain comes and goes fast. Half an hour later, the rain stopped and the sun emerged from the clouds again. I couldn’t fall asleep in bed. I got up and sat in front of the door to see the mountain in front of me, so I had the idea of climbing Hu barrel Mountain. Although I have stayed in Fushi Mountain Villa at the waist of Hu barrel for more than ten nights, I have never climbed Hu barrel Mountain. I heard that Brother Ming said that he built a trail on the top of the mountain and could climb the top of the mountain in less than an hour. Therefore, I couldn’t wait to invite some young authors to climb the mountain together. Seeing the brothers of Ming and Dongming served as guides for us, the air was particularly fresh after the rain. There were deep forests and luxuriant leaves in the mountains. There was no trace of wind. We sweated like a pig one by one, but we still climbed to the top of the mountain. We stood on the huge rock on the top of the mountain and took a group photo as a souvenir. Although we were a little disdressed and embarrassed, we still felt very comfortable in our hearts. It was already over 6 o’clock when I got off the mountain. I went back to my room and took a hot bath, and then began to have dinner. The amount of exercise on this day was not small. I traveled to the canyon in the morning and climbed the mountain in the afternoon. With the delicious and unique Pingjiang cuisine, it was natural that my appetite was greatly increased. Everyone was so excited when drinking glasses, only Zhang yangqiu, who talked a lot at ordinary times, seemed to be absent-minded today and could not see a smile. After the meal, everyone still didn’t disperse, sitting in the flat outside the kitchen with constant interest chatting from place to place. When the night fell, the mountain was particularly quiet and refreshing. There was a thick mist in the jungle more than ten meters away. Bunches of long white light passed through the forest, just like searchlights. Under the light near the corner of the mountain, a dozen of male and female writers gathered around a round table, drinking tea and eating melon seeds, listening with relish to Liu Ke and Peng Jianming, two literary masters talking about today’s Bogu, from time to time, it caused a burst of cheerful laughter. As the saying goes, seventh eighth day, month more China. After a while, the Moon collapsed from the tip of Hu barrel mountain, like a curved boat rising steadily in the starry sky. I always feel that the stars in the mountain are much closer and bigger to us. A glittering star on the tip of the mountain is so bright that it seems to be close to us, it looks like a beacon hanging on the top tree. There was still a busy flight over here. The planes flew in and out. It seemed that the buzzing sound of the planes could be heard when it was quiet. I asked Jianming, what do I do at night when I write here alone? Seeing Brother Ming said that he sat in front of the door and watched the plane every night until twelve o’clock. I really admire Jianming. He lives alone on the mountain for several months every year, keeping company with the mountain wind and stars, and keeping company with words and ink. No wonder there are always so many spiritual products coming out in his works, and there is no lack of high-quality works. I finally understand the truth. Unconsciously, it was already midnight at night. A gust of mountain wind blew, and I felt a little cool on my body. I don’t know who said to have a rest. There will be a meeting tomorrow morning. So we left reluctantly and went back to our respective rooms. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zhang yangqiu sitting by the bed, who had already returned to his room for a rest because of physical discomfort. Holding his left lower abdomen with his hands, he looked painful. He said that it might be because of the stone disease. There was no health care institution on the mountain. It took more than an hour to go down the mountain. I saw that his pain was still increasing, afraid of delaying the opportunity, he had to find a driver, accompanied by Feng Liuyi and GE chubing, to send him to the county hospital. I couldn’t fall asleep, worrying about Zhang yangqiu’s illness. More than an hour later, I received a call from GE chubing. He said that Zhang yangqiu had not entered the hospital and the stone had already come down. I finally relieved. 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…

Girl, listen to me.

Living means all kinds of helplessness and trouble. Don’t lose your temper at will, no one owes you. Learn to tolerate those who hurt themselves, because they are very poor. Everyone has his own difficulties, and everyone is not easy. Although I have a bad temper, I know how to respect people. In my opinion, people are divided into high and low, but there is no distinction between high and low. Every independent person has his own personality and dignity. Of course, you can trample on it at will. Recalling the trifles I have experienced, I will play with temper and never mess with big things. For me, arguing in front of people is like throwing me naked into the crowd. I really disdain those reasons that may quarrel and mess. I am growing up every day. Thinking about the communication between people, I actually see these clearly. I am angry at any time and place, and I will not scold anyone, because I know that people have dignity and face, and do not do anything to others. I won’t do anything I hate to others. If you want to do something I dislike to me, if you are my friend, I will choose to tolerate you temporarily. If it had nothing to do with me, I would give it a slap. That’s me. Sometimes, I am really not weak. I think of a lot of things today. I am a person who regards face as important as life. I had no tears for what happened that time. Fear and threat mixed together, I still tried my best to pull down my face and make my fucking face come true. After that time, I personally realized that what you need to do is not only the explosive temper that you think others can’t provoke, but also the careful analysis of who you are facing, if you can advance or retreat, attack or defend, when ta is relaxed, you have to step by step, and when ta is nervous, you have to stop. When threatening your life, crying can’t solve anything. If you don’t save your life, no one will help you! I only believe in one sentence, only myself is the most reliable, only myself will not let myself in the deep danger regardless of it. Dear myself, thank you again. Life continues, doing what you think is right and the fact is indeed right. The emotional communication between people is totally different from the behavior in life. Everyone thinks that no matter how you know how to communicate with people around you, you may not be able to handle something. Just like drinking red wine, people will drink. The difference is that some people are good and some people are pure. My bad mood has never affected anyone. I am too self-aware. My little universe, no matter silent or explosive, has nothing to do with anyone. My world is really my decision, I will do whatever I want. When I can’t disturb you, I sincerely hope you don’t bother me. If you come, I will give you applause. You successfully challenged me. But that really doesn’t mean anything! The marriage certificate is only a marriage certificate with your name. If not, it is just a piece of paper. Girl, if you don’t work hard, you can only wear stalls and go to the vegetable market. It’s still the same sentence, do it down, don’t be the one you want. Facing the world with a smile, the accumulated experience of what happens to you is invaluable. It makes you grow up and understand more. It has nothing to do with others. Girl, listen to me, learn to let go of the so-called face, good people bully me, I don’t complain. If the wicked bully me, I will revenge. Close your eyes and feel whether the blueprint for the future in your brain is beautiful or not? You can’t forget to make progress together with your body and mind. Any loss is a loss. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Sense of Direction

In my hometown, covering my eyes and making me turn around for more than a dozen times, I can still tell the southeast and northwest accurately, just by feeling. However, it was not the case when I left my hometown to go to college in the provincial capital 200 miles away. At that time, I took a bus from home to the city station, then to the bus terminal, and finally took N buses to our school. The school was surrounded by mountains. It was still raining at that time. I was dizzy after driving for nearly five hours, but I still recognized the direction with the feeling of being in my hometown. Two days later, in the dormitory, roommates were discussing where to eat on the day of registration. I said there was a snack street heading east of the school gate, and my roommates stared at it and said in unison, “brother, that is going south out of the school gate. I was speechless, my steering wheel was wrong. When a person walks into a new place, it is easy to get lost, while when he gets lost, it is easy to get lost. This is a philosophical problem oriented by geographical problems. How to say about losing yourself? A person who forgets dreams and pursuits due to the influence of the new environment is like a person in a vacuum world who sees everything as vast and gray. Even if it is not so exaggerated, it can explain the problem essentially. Now, I have stepped onto the platform of the university and stood at the intersection of several roads, from rural areas to cities, from conceptual children to real adults, from mechanical learning to autonomous learning, from constraint and depression to laissez-faire, can I change from the original downwind to blossom all the way? Hard to say. When it comes to universities, things are complicated. Universities are not only unfamiliar geographical coordinates, but also the gathering center of talents. It is more complicated to say the relationship between people and universities. Universities are the collection of disciplines, the Preparatory Course for talents is the last stop for the society. Since the content and form are complex, the selection and purification are more complicated. Facing the seeking ideal, numerous trifles and various crowds, can I take the road to go? I casually sang a poem: There are two roads in the yellow forest, and I chose one of them, which determines the road of my life from now on. I am a little afraid that maybe my choice can’t decide my life path, but my choice must have an important influence on my life. Shakespeare’s choice: life or death? And I looked at the University Road in a daze. Confused, where. However, the direction will not be lost, because the road is at the foot. 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…

Past love mush

I have never mentioned my pen since I knew about the beautiful articles on mobile phones. I am used to reading articles when I suffer from insomnia every day, and I also fall in love with the happiness of writing articles with one finger. When reading, I suddenly felt that I was not lonely in this world, because there were too many people of the same kind. Today, I wrote this article to a boy named Zijun. Unfortunately, it can only be regarded as a memorial. Strictly speaking, I don’t know this boy, and even I am not qualified to write any eulogies, because I don’t know him at all, and I have never read his words, but this child named Zijun committed suicide for love, which can be seen from several articles that others mourned him. Therefore, I didn’t say anything and wrote to you. I know that you are not the first one to commit suicide for love, let alone the last one. In This dancing world, the root connection of love is nothing more than several endings: holding hands with happiness, unfortunately, my heart was broken, and the Middle became the most familiar stranger. Love is what gods and Buddhists don’t want and is given to human beings as punishment. However, we enjoy it and regard it as treasure. When we lose it, those who are mild are in a trance, those who are serious are in vain, and those who are serious, they avoid, into air. And Zijun, you are the heaviest one, adding a touch of blood color to this world. After you left absolutely, the people behind you were crying, but could you hear it? Have you ever regretted hearing this? There is only one life, but the soul is wandering forever, until the next time the wheel starts, you will rest. Young you, do you know that suicide is a sin in a sense, or it is a kind of debt, and the owner of this debt is the relatives and friends who are desolate for you in this life. Say so? Love is the most horrible adventure, because other adventures, the biggest is death, and love will make life worse than death. The pain like pulling out muscles and drawing bones cannot be made public, you can only endure it alone. If you lose the maze of exit, you will be the easiest savior to fall into the eternal darkness at this time. Unfortunately, you have not found it. Therefore, you are trapped in the mire and will never come out again! It’s just a pity that in your youth, you are brilliant. You can be known in the eulogies of your friends that you were once recognized as one of the four great scholars. Because of your leaving, they were extremely sad. It’s just a pity that your love has changed because of your life. I don’t know how dim the rest of the life of the woman who bears your life will be. It is a pity that your relatives, friends and strangers like me have the same heaviness because of your leaving. There are too many fragile children in this world, and you can’t escape Zi Jun after all. Your life is so withered because of love. If you think more about yourself at the last moment, you will be selfish and find the way back, but you are not selfish. You entrust your life to a person who is far away. For her, you gave up the whole world! I don’t want to say that you are very cruel. It can be known that only five hundred years of prayer before Buddha can bring a glance back to this life, the woman who has prayed for tens of millions of light years and should join hands with you in this life has not had time to rest, and you will go to another world. She can’t find you even if she is in poverty, and you didn’t understand the happiness of this life. You just fell in love with a wrong person, but met the right person for life. 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…

Black hole draws

Grandma had been ill for a long time. Finally, on that day, I vaguely felt that the atmosphere at home was wrong. My father and aunt always look in a hurry. My sister and I fell asleep in the east, where could we sleep? There was a sense of fear in my heart. Late at night, I heard my father and aunt turning outside the door and shouting: Mum! Come on! God! Come back! “Later I knew it was the custom of my hometown, and it was said that this could call back my soul.> maybe it was almost dawn, crying came from Xili, and the voice was getting louder and louder. My father’s cry shocked me. My father cried, and I knew what that meant. Father and aunt cried inside, while mother cried outside. I felt bored in fear. My mother and grandmother were always at odds. Did she cry too? But my mother did cry very painful, and it was the kind of crying without adulteration. From birth, it seems that there is a black hole attracting you slowly. Step by step, people will go to the black hole, and no one can escape. Even a great man like Mao Zhou and Zhu Liu just disappeared in the black hole eventually. This is a process, which is long and short, vigorous, ordinary, happy and sad …… in my memory, death seems to be a very distant thing. Suddenly one day I calmed down and counted people around who were not old but had already died, only to find that sometimes death might be close at hand. Although this is pessimistic, who can say it is not true? Li Chong, the son of the next-door neighbor, came back from the Army and was killed in a fight with others in the dance hall as soon as he joined the job; The man who was as strong as a cow was called Wen Shanhe and died of suffocating in the oil tank because; when I was young, my partner Ma Jun died of nameless symptoms when he was working outside; My uncle’s family and my fifth brother were killed in a car accident. Who can hold himself? When we unconsciously get closer to the black hole, who can resist its gravity? Judging from my life experience of more than thirty years, there are absolutely some pure, real and beautiful things in life. For example youth. One day, I found that I became lazy, impetuous, and no longer active. When I was drinking, I didn’t make my fist as loud as before, and even didn’t do it at all. It is no longer like the timely rain Song Jiang on Liangshan to make friends with various heroes. My friends fixed those close friends and only muddled with them. Sometimes on some occasion, my friends introduced their friends to me. I just dealt with a few words politely, and I was extremely reluctant, too lazy to talk. Is this an old sign? But I am still between standing and not confused. How can I get old soon? There is one real thing in the world, that is, money, which can be exchanged for other materials. Of course, there are also those invisible but more precious than money, such as love and friendship. People become more and more realistic. They value everything in front of them and are too lazy to pursue these tiring things. Think also, rather than wait for windfalls, came with respect to kindly accept, not to go. Because people are going to walk into the black hole, they have to do something before going in, and they have to do it wholeheartedly. In the process of walking, there are some fruits on the fruit trees on the roadside, which are within reach. If you pick it and eat it, it may be sweet, sour or astringent. I will experience countless choices in my life. Every choice is my life. What kind of fruit to pick and which fruit to pick are sour? Is Sweet? Or astringent? This is all life! If there are fewer choices in life, will there be more happiness? When I was 19, my grandma was critically ill. When I was dying, I came to her Kang. I am look after my grandma, I have deep feelings for her. This time I felt the atmosphere when my ten-year-old grandma passed away. My mother was waiting by the Kang, while my uncle was restless and worried. I asked Grandma: Grandma, do you still know me? Grandma opened her eyes and answered me two words: Yes. This is the last sentence my grandma left to me. Looking at my mother and uncle’s grief, I knew that everyone had to experience this kind of scene, and one day when I reached the edge of life, my children would also grieve for me in this way. Today, when I write these words here with the mentality of an adult in my thirties, my tears can’t help overflowing. I was not afraid of death, but it was hard to imagine how sad my only daughter would be and couldn’t bear it at the last moment. Not long ago, I saw another scene in the funeral of a friend’s father. An old friend of this old man came to the funeral before his death. The old man who was in charge of shouting three bows in front of the mourning hall and the one who was in charge of the funeral were also old acquaintances. The old man shouted: a bow! Second bow! Three bow! After shouting three bows, the funeral preparation left to one side, but the old man continued to shout: four bows! The mourner had to stand still and continue to bow. Five bow! Six bow! …… The mourner couldn’t help asking: Ah, old punishment! Why do you still shout a bow? Lao Xing said: this is the rule here. We have to bow 120 times before we finish the calculation! Everyone laughed, and the mourners also laughed and scolded: this old guy! On such a solemn occasion, the old friends of the old man could have fun even before his death. It was conceivable that the old man was also an open-minded and free man before his death. His soul is not far away. Seeing an old friend doing this in front of the spirit, he must have a smile! Salute to these old comrades! 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…

Maybe just a moment

Because my eunuch was hospitalized for surgery, he hurried to the hospital after morning self-study. When he arrived at the ward, people in the same ward said that he had entered the operating room. I climbed to the 8th floor, sitting outside the operating room with many patients’ families and so on. Before anesthesia, the doctor told me some details and asked me to sign. I signed several pieces in a row and left my ID card number. My hands shook a little unconsciously, and I felt hot in the early morning. In order to divert attention, we had to watch others chatting. A white-haired, thin old woman changed her operation clothes and sat down led by a tall man. The man held the medicine bottle high with one hand and put the other on the old man’s shoulder. People nearby talked with the old man. The old man said that the man was her son, and she had cataract in her eyes. She had been invisible for more than half a year, and everything was served by her son. I thought that I was almost 80 years old. If I couldn’t see it, I couldn’t see it. My son insisted on pulling her to have an operation, saying that it was just a minor operation without any pain, and I could see it after doing it, how can we not do it? The old man’s voice was very light, but the joy was beyond words. Others said: you are in good health and have such a filial son. You are sure to live over 100 years old. The old man just smiled. Her son looked at her and said softly to others, “she can’t hear. Her ears are on her back and she can’t hear at all. So at the beginning, she was asked to have an operation. She could neither hear nor make sense. Cataract was really just a minor operation. The old man came out less than an hour after entering, and his eyes were covered with white gauze. The man led her into the elevator and went to the ward. I thought it was just an operation, and I just came to the hospital for a few days, then I could see the beautiful world again. At the moment I took off the gauze, the old man really didn’t know how happy he was. In the anxious waiting, a woman in white dress and another middle-aged woman hurriedly pushed a patient into the operating room from the elevator. Middle-aged women are crying while young women are relatively calm. But the woman’s white dress was stained with spots of blood, and there were also blood on her hands and feet. There was a large mass of things like ink behind the skirt, and there were also some blood stains on the sleeves of middle-aged women. Those blood stains are bright red, as if they were just infected. Doctors wearing dark green surgical suits kept asking them to go in and help, and they came out soon after they went in. Soon, a lot of people gathered outside the operating room. It turned out that the woman drove into an old man who stopped and ran, and his leg was broken. Then she ran into another pedestrian and was also injured. Her car crashed into a truck parked by the roadside, and the truck rolled over. The thrilling scene immediately appeared in my mind, and my body shook for several times continuously. Just for a moment, the young woman became the culprit, hurting two pedestrians. The old man lost one of his legs in the street, and the other was also receiving treatment. This moment brought great memories to the three families. Maybe when the young woman drove to work, the old man just wanted to go back to the countryside. The pedestrian was walking on the road passing by everyday. At this moment, three unrelated people were mixed together. Two hours have passed, and the operating room is busy. I watched the people coming and going out and the people rushing in passing the time. All of a sudden, the operation room became lively again. Several doctors pulled a rescue car into another passage of the operating room, and a bunch of family members cried together. The patient was put on the breathing mask, and a doctor kept squeezing his chest. It seemed that the situation was very critical. Some of the relatives waiting outside made phone calls, some sat down blankly, and some cried bitterly. The patient on the bed looked young, saying that he had a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. Suddenly the door on one side of the operating room was opened, and the doctor told those families who rushed forward to get the film first. The patient has already had a heartbeat, but the blood pressure is unstable, and the heartbeat may also stop suddenly. If it is possible to have an operation, if the situation is not good, there may be no chance to have an operation. These families were in despair. The doctor comforted them and said, “Let’s get the film first. We will try our best. Cerebral hemorrhage only kills people in a flash. There are many such cases around me. Not long ago, my husband’s colleague’s father was suddenly sent to the hospital, and now he is still in the ICU ward separated by walls. Suddenly, the doctor was calling my eunuch’s name. I ran to have a look. After the operation was finished, the doctor showed me the stones taken out. I sighed for a long time, and the moment I took out the big stone on my finger, my eunuch must have pain, but this pain would leave with the stone leaving. Life is countless moments. The ups and downs, joys and sorrows are all in one moment. We can’t predict every moment. Then, please cherish these small moments that we are happy. 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…

Only love sunshine

A long time ago, I longed for the life of a walker, walking freely and freely alone, looking for the half inch of light that I had been longing for in this messy land. Therefore, time took away the snow all over the ground and split the dream at the same time. Pack up your luggage in a hurry, regardless of the wounds that have not yet healed, and rush on the road, even if the original intention has been put aside and dried. The car sounded and the horse roared, the desert was yellow and sand. In the boundless dark night, there might be a lonely and straight shadow walking silently, asking no time, and saying no likes or dislikes. Even if it is dark, it has already corroded the whole space. There is no reason for attachment to sunshine, either warm or bright. Maybe when I was alone, I always looked desolate, so I was flustered and eager to have such a quiet place to heal. Get up lazily as usual. When you open your eyes, the familiar warmth enters through the window. In the light spots of the whole House, the outline gradually became clear. Through the glass, under the touch of the dim light, I suddenly became bright. In my spare time in the afternoon, I held a cup of green tea, looked far away from the fence, and the sun was swaying heartily. It was frivolous just like our youth, delicate and gorgeous, just like the posture of blooming youth, regardless of whether it was beautiful or not. At night, the sky was like a tipsy child, full of wine and orange red, while I was especially happy with the lovely appearance of sunshine, gorgeous and bleak, which turned into a very beautiful color, or the twilight years. However, I thought that the Twilight was like this, or there was a bold and unrestrained old man talking about youth. Therefore, it should not be too sentimental. I still believe that in the pure black, there is a trace of extreme sunlight, which is slightly hot. At the end of the season, the slanting sunlight broke up the dead silence of fallen leaves, and gently knocked at the door of the tree. Quietly, leaning against Lao Song, looking up at the lattice-like sky, and then indulged in the warm sunlight, outline a world full of sunlight, warm and bright. Small town, rainy season. I was always crazy after getting wet. The sunlight after the rain warmed into my heart directly, with a little fragrance, clean and bright. Walking on the road, the mist covered, the wind and rain cut, the habitual confusion, at a loss to vent sadness, the dim light in the bottom of my heart, bright the front, as if, hope, is the sunlight within reach. Smile, hug, very fragrant. Simple Dreams, sunshine, support yearning, or, with, is yearning. 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…