Other side

I love wandering, so I am destined that this life will be on the way and there is no end in the journey, which means that this life will never reach the other shore. Maybe the other shore is a dream. The place where the dream begins is the source of freedom. I follow the dream while wandering in the River of Dreams Lost life itself needs to get lost and then find self-breakthrough, which is wonderful and pleasant. The other shore is such a process. I have never thought about where to float in that year or that day where to be free. The source is the place where the dream begins. Maybe “floating” itself is as light as the wind. Freedom is difficult to float itself is the beginning of the dream that I have been looking for. The Source of freedom should be lost. This is life. The busyness and exhaustion enrich the life But it itself is a kind of mistake, just like Ant’s busy and running all day long. What life should be another form of enrichment? It should be like bees, not only busy and running all day long, but also sweet. The harvest or it should be said to be a kind of happiness left to others, but “floating” people will never have the busyness and running like bees, because they themselves live like ants instead of bees, although they get “floating” happy but essentially speaking of life, the lifestyle of the “floating” generation is wrong. Everyone is an outsider of things. We can’t deny that we are always outsiders. Even if we realize the mistake of our lifestyle, we are “floating” the nature or limitation of the generation itself determines the fault of “Gone With the Wind” to the end. Therefore, the beginning of the dream pursued by oneself the source of freedom itself is a mistake, but as a loyal wanderer, it is outside. It is a mission as well as a disaster for the person who is on the other side of the road, but he will not regret it because he is the “floating” generation. 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…

When you were a sheep, I was a wolf

In the season of love, girls are wolves, boys are sheep. If the girl has instructions, the boy will follow them immediately, otherwise, he will be knocked down by the other side when holding hands. When we get married, the girl is sheep, the boy is sheep. The girl decided to marry. Extremely gentle to boys. The two were so sweet that they got married. After marriage, the girl is a sheep, and the boy is a wolf. Just a wolf in sheepskin. What about your wife? Drink. Entertainment, late. Routine. My husband coaxed at first, but he couldn’t stand tears one by one. After a long time, he got used to it. Simply no longer ignore it. My wife is a one-man show. I’m tired of it and get used to it. Just sleep yourself. My wife thinks she has grown up and is generous. My husband feels that he has won and become his wife, so he must abide by his wife’s rules. Outsiders say, you see how loving others are. In fact, it’s not that they don’t argue, but that they don’t bother to argue any more. Slowly, time has passed, my heart is tired, I don’t want to toss about it. Let the other side go. Love becomes a habit, and it doesn’t matter whether love or not. Many people are confused about whether there is love between us. If we say yes, we feel that we lack some gods and demons. If you say no, it is a storm. Maybe, I have been used to being lazy, too lazy to reply, too lazy to argue, too lazy to talk about it, and finally too lazy to love. Some people say that marriage is the grave of love. Dead. In fact, even if it is a tomb, digging all the time will always bring freshness. It was we who stopped digging, so it was full of weeds. Combine because you don’t know, separate because you know. Maybe it is because we are not willing to create a fresh life for the people around us, and we are not willing to enjoy the appearance day after day, so love grows old. So that the face that once attracted you turned into an appearance that you didn’t want to see again. Perhaps, when you get old, you will have more attachment when you are late. Maybe the young heart is always restless. When I am old, when I can’t walk, I always want to keep the people around me. Children can’t keep their own lives. The only thing I can keep is my wife. Seeing some old people, sometimes an old man pushes another old man in a wheelchair. Feel very warm. But it makes me heavy. Because their faces were indifferent and expressionless. I really want to see a couple talking and laughing, how brilliant it is in the sunset. Smile and help each other to finish life. Love may often be hidden in a corner, covered with trivial matters of life, accumulated grievances in heart, busy days and restless hearts. Covered with too much dust. Eventually he will die in silence. Perhaps, we can activate the love that we have been waiting. Let him have colorful and gorgeous colors. Perhaps, life should have a brand new interpretation, as long as we are willing. The growing love, a heavy care, holding your hand and growing old with you will never regret your whole life. 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…

Memorable Persimmon

This morning, my daughter and I went to the market to buy vegetables. We saw a 60-year-old man, about 1.7 meters old, thin, with sunken eyes and a long black dress, carrying a bunch of bright red persimmon, as big as a fist. Seeing this, my daughter asked curiously: Dad! What is that, the color is so fresh, so red? Hearing this sentence, I felt at a loss. When I was a child, my favorite fruit unexpectedly came up and asked: Old man! How do you sell this Persimmon? Eight yuan per jin, the old man replied. I bowed down and picked up the persimmon, holding a larger Persimmon, soft. This feeling, the old man’s dress, pulled me back to an afternoon more than 30 years ago. That year, I was still studying in Guihua Primary School. After school, several of our friends went home together. All the people who should go home left. Only we were left behind, and the noisy sheep-sausage trail at this time every day, very quiet. In a family named Xiao not far from the school, an old couple of more than 60 years old often wore black clothes, tall figure, very thin, like a dry stick and walking stick. I often sit under the persimmon tree which is so thick at the mouth of the bowl in front of my house, watching the yellow ripe persimmon, watching the immature faces carrying schoolbags playing and playing from home to school. When Persimmon is yellow and ripe, passing by under the tree, a feeling of sour, sweet and astringent sprays to the corners of the mouth. Especially in the late autumn, Persimmon leaves fell down, and the persimmon trees were hanging on the trees like small lanterns one by one, which were bright and delicious, dazzling, and not attractive. This season is also the most careful time for the old to watch Persimmon. It happened that there was an accident this day. Several of us came to the persimmon tree quietly, and looked inside from the window to see no one at home. We discussed secretly that people who could climb trees would pick persimmon and leave one to watch the wind under the tree. I am the least brave, not able to climb trees, helplessly looking at the wind under the tree. Everyone climbed up the tree as quickly as monkeys, picking up the Persimmon while eating the persimmon. Looking at this scene, I swallowed the water directly below. Suddenly, my heart was pounding, as if I heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and then the cry: Grand Duke, someone hit your Persimmon. This voice sounded like the voice of my classmate. I thought secretly that it was his eldest brother’s family? Before I came back to my mind, several partners on the tree answered in unison: Yes! The Grand Duke is here! Then, laughter came from the tree. The sound hung on the tree full of red lanterns also spread to the silent wooden house. The door crept and broke the silence. I saw two old men shouting with wooden poles in their hands: beating robbers and robbers. Hearing this, all the friends in panic jumped down the tree, and the Persimmon on the tree was washed and knocked on the tiles like raindrops. On the ground, the bodies of the partners and the faces of the old. What’s more, it slips on the ground and is covered with Persimmon paste, which is as yellow as the heart of an egg. The old man shouted to the sky, scolding the Sky: it was cut to pieces and scattered by the sky. It was reserved for my granddaughter. Well, the surface of the black clothes was colorful, and the whole body was wet like yellow mud soup. Now I also step into the year of no confusion, recalling the events of that year, looking at the bright persimmon in front of me, sour and astringent. Ah, it really shouldn’t be. 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…

Inner limit

For countless days, I have been asking myself, how much can our hearts bear? Sadness, pain, happiness and the unknown secret. Is it like a spring, which can be freely retractable, with maximum tolerance, understanding, and the most urgent expansion and explosion? Within the scope of elasticity, everything is significantly so insignificant, people can live in peace without any damage. What we expect is to make its limit bigger and bigger. If there is such a direction in the heart, people will face it, becoming better and bigger. It has always been believed that those ignorant people and blind behaviors are just because there is no clear positioning in their thoughts. I am a materialist, but in some specific field, I totally believe that consciousness can determine material, at least it can dominate behavior. Count carefully, I have been groping in business for 8 years. Say it’s not long, say it’s not short. Say no battle-hardened, also hard fledgling. Bitter, tired, crying, laughing, excited, helpless. To ask what the harvest is, I think there is nothing left except a seemingly tired heart. If you want to talk about money, you have made some money and lost some. When it comes to experience, I have some, but also lack some. The world is unpredictable, vast and smoky, who can guarantee, you can once and for all. What’s more, 360 lines are like mountains. Every time you enter a new field, everything has to start from the beginning. In others’ eyes, you are always a young girl who is ignorant of the world. It is not enough to mention both seniority and age. I have never experienced vicissitudes, life and death, and complicated interpersonal relationships. How much do people need to experience before they can mature? In other words, after all these experiences, will people become capable and mature? I don’t know. I always believe that no matter how much experience you have experienced, it depends on how much you feel and understand. In other words, some people still feel so messy and naive after a lifetime of experience. Or being polished by the complicated society, it’s just like it. I always believe that the broken mirror can still present a perfect image, and the refined gold still has a real self. This is the essential difference, the inner persistence, and there is no need for any environment to prove it. There is a new clerk in the store, and the sister who is about to leave has been asking me, OK? Line? In her opinion, this girl is not enthusiastic and friendly enough. She didn’t want to bring me any loss and inconvenience because of her leaving, so she tried her best to find a suitable successor. Once upon a time, I thought whether there was a business that could be handled by one person in the world. There should be free time, personal space and room for a moment’s thinking. If we have three heads and six walls, if we have the technique of separation, whether everything can be solved easily. The mood of every day is always controlled by some unrelated people. This child is ill, that husband is ill, this sister is married, that Uncle is gone, and this is tired, the man who was tired of days and days also looked down upon the gathering and scattering between people like water, and his heart was calm and calm a lot. Why should we put the supporting point on any foreign object? If we don’t expect it, there will be no so-called disappointment. Oneself is the strongest support of oneself. I remember that when I was working on the internet, my husband and I were in a black and white round. We had to stand up even when we were tired, and we had to stick to the bitterness. Every day, we always hinted to ourselves that everything would pass. When making a restaurant, I went there by myself without washing the bowl, changed it by myself without changing the knife, and served by myself without a chef. If you choose, you have to face it. Someone once said that people, like atoms in the energy space, are originally unrelated hard collisions. In the face of such a sudden impact, facing this mission of unknown direction, what is worn is always a soft heart and tenacious will. Who knows how large and flexible your heart is? There is often a customer in the store who is not good-looking, not well-dressed, trembling fingers, unconscious, and often drunk. However, such a person can still find a job of washing bowls in the restaurant next door. It is conceivable how helpless he will be as a boss. For a long time, I dare not judge a person easily. I always feel that people are changeable and things are changeable. Speaking of the horsepower of Lu Yao, I can see people’s hearts over time. What we can do is to cater to, tolerate and understand silently. Use your changeable edges and corners to fit different passers-. I gradually get used to seeing more and talking less. Listen more and talk less. Accept more and ask less. Think more and act less. Understand everyone with a pair of eyes of discovery, treat everyone with an exquisite heart. In the end, you will find that no one is perfect and things are not perfect. Everyone has his own shining side, and he can’t apply all the people in the Universal mode. There are a few words like this: how do you want others to treat you? How do you treat others. Do unto do to you. Put yourself in others’ shoes. Can it also be called a kind of calmness and maturity in the world to fully understand these and take actions? 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…

Colorful life makes me dizzy

Recently, I didn’t come to the blog for a while, because I was pursuing another thing, so I had to neglect my blog and lost my blog friends for a long time. In my work and life, my pursuit has never been related to politics or finding a position, because I am an ordinary person and also hopes to live an ordinary life, but recently, I was pushed to the historical stage which I had to go to. It was also a responsibility to take a small position in an office. How much time and energy would I waste. Since this position quietly came to me, my time and energy have been plundered by my work. The meetings and social parties in three days and endless work have exhausted me. No matter whether I accept it or not, I have to accept it. If I accept it, I have to spend a lot of time. If I don’t accept it, I have to sacrifice a lot of things. First of all, I am sorry for the trust that leaders and organizations have given me; secondly, promotion will improve my treatment. Why does the same person have different treatment for the same amount of work? No one in today’s society chooses unfavorable treatment. Therefore, for the sake of treatment, I have to stand up and move forward instead of leaning behind in a muddle. Since this position was added, all kinds of social activities have naturally increased. In addition to social activities and various meetings, it is inevitable to have dinner with leaders. In the past, people usually drank when they attended banquets, refuse if you can’t drink. Now it’s different. You have to drink if you can, and you have to drink if you can’t. I often heard from my husband that it would be better to have dinner at home if he had a seat outside. He was still hungry after drinking a lot of wine, I have always thought that people who can eat a few mouthful of food during drinking can be hungry. Now I deeply understand the reason, every time the banquet is first waiting for the speech of the leader or the entertainer when the banquet is held, in other words, it is a toast speech. It is impossible to raise chopsticks to eat before the banquet is announced, after waiting for the banquet and toast speech, the prelude to drinking was naturally started. Either others toasted you, or they had to toast others. According to the habit of northern people toasting, they had to toast one by one, and try every means to let the other party drink the wine, otherwise everyone will appear not happy enough and disrespectful. In most social occasions, wine is the medium of wine. No wine can be served, and no wine can be served. From the beginning to the end of the banquet, there has always been a sound of persuasion, from this table to that table, the banquet was almost over until people began to hide and leave secretly, and the dishes on the table were already cold, There is no entrance. I had to give up, and naturally my stomach was hungry. Life, how beautiful life is, ordinary has ordinary good, extraordinary has extraordinary good. Life, life is so hard that there are many helpless waiting in the world. Therefore, I don’t consider any gains and losses any more. Let’s make the colorful life dizzy. 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…

That year of love letter

The love letter of that year, the Green handwriting and the ignorant emotion, which I read unintentionally after many years, all of which were shining on the yellow letter paper. I like this description. The melody of Jiang Meiqi’s love letter of that year rings in my ears, just like, when youth is about to end, let us again, returning to the best period of ignorant youth, I just want to miss it. There is nothing else to think about. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, I was always full of expectations for the future. In this expectation, I was more or less confused. I couldn’t see the outside world, and I yearned for it, but I didn’t know that step, how much courage do you need. At that time, I always thought that the future was far away, the outside world was wonderful, and there were too many things we wanted to touch. I thought that as long as I went out, those beautiful neon lights and scenery would be in myself. So I always think that the time is faster and the pace of growth can be faster, so that I can reach out to touch the future faster. When time was swaying, leading our steps forward, trenches and valleys, stepping on a winding growth footprint, suddenly turning back, I found that, we have stepped out of the greenest time, the ivory tower and the complicated society. We are no longer the little children of those years. In those simple days, we have classes, do test papers, simply laugh or cry. The children who played crazily together in those years were already missing around us. When we missed each other occasionally, we found that we had watched two different sunny days in two different cities. We seldom write with a pen. Our fingers touch the keyboard more. In a knock, we knock down some words that are easy to forget after that. We seldom read books, even if it appears occasionally, it is just a general omission. When we have passed the age of writing love letters, we will listen to this melody again and listen to the lyrics singing: We have no intention of rereading the love letters of that year, and the time is long and the youth is getting older. The period of knowing each other and wishing each other for beauty that could not be returned all shone on the yellow letter paper. That is youth, verses mark, don’t blame reading Heart will jump. Do you still remember that beautiful paragraph? Maybe the letter to you should have been thrown away. Only in this way can you get what you once lost elsewhere. I always feel infinite feelings about the years, the past, and the people and things I have experienced. This kind of song is always suitable for listening when you are alone. If you are interested, if you still keep it, you can open the box for memory and open the yellow letter paper inside, those immature words float in front of us, carrying the shadow of those years. How many people still keep the love letter of that year, and when I think of it occasionally, I will read it out and read it? How many people still remember those ignorant and young little emotions? When I think of it occasionally, will I blush and heartbeat? How many people still remember those small agreements? About the future and dreams, there are always many common aspirations, thinking that the distant future will surely go forward with each other. Where did the little boy or girl go that year? Have you become a passerby or just a good friend? When there are few years left that can be called Youth on your hands, how much can you miss in your heart? The love letter of that year may no longer have emotions. That he or she has got the future you never gave from other places, and this yearning is only for commemoration, and there is no other thought. 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…

Fragrance brushed

Many memories in life are very beautiful, like a wisp of blue smoke, walking in the rain with small flowers and red umbrellas at the moment of rising in the sky, or on the evening of plum rains, listen to the rhythm of the rain hitting the umbrella flower, or linger in the morning to feel the warm current and fresh light of the sun. These aftertastes can be picked up all the year round. At the end of 1980 s, I was in high school. Because of the difficulties in my family life, my father was the only one to go to work, and I had to provide five sisters to go to school. My mother was in poor health, so I was always not outstanding in learning, I dropped out of school during this extraordinary period at home. At first, I felt very cool, and sometimes it was also very safe, like the days when farmers had a casual rest in winter after a busy autumn. I can also play crazily with my companions, and I don’t have to do those math problems that I hate any more. A Xiu, she was my only playmate at that time, staying together all day long. At that time, we could watch every movie in the cinema enough, and we would watch it again if we like it very much. At that time, we thought it was the most advanced enjoyment. Less than half a year after such a day, I felt a little disappointed in my super free space. Every time I was alone in the quiet night, listening to the purr of my family and resting on my mind, I began to lose sleep while the moon was slightly bright. I had to whisper to myself. Maybe it was because I had grown up suddenly after such a period of time, and I felt that school was the most suitable place to go. A Xiu had already dropped out of school for many years and married with her beauty and flowery years. Gradually, I really began to think about my future life. Sometimes people are really strange, why do they cherish when they lose? At the critical crossroads of my life, I always walk slowly. Therefore, I started to prepare my tuition silently behind my parents. I remember at that time, my mother and I served well in the small garden of my family. No matter it was eggplant, green oil beans, peppers and so on, they all grew green and melted with fruits. I was also very diligent. I got up early in the morning to weed, hold seedlings, pick and pick them. I also took time to sell them in the market and got some returns every day. In this way, I managed to make up 240 yuan a month. With this hard tuition fee, I came to the best local school, WX Experimental Middle School, to sign up for a second reading. For me, it is strange and yearning here, because I have never studied here, and I am very eager in my heart. With this expectation, I knocked on the door of principal teacher Wu. At that time, on August, the weather was still hot and dry, and the wind also sang reluctant songs. My heart was also sweating, and what was more important was that my heart was warming in anxiety. The air in the principal’s room was fine, and the cool fragrance seeped into my nostrils. Without the muggy outside, I stood behind the parents and students who came to sign up and waited silently. Principal Wu glanced at me and began to work. Among those who signed up, many people chose to read again instead of choosing well. President Wu welcomed the students to come to school and read again, and warmly received every parent and every student. Time spent in one second, my heart seemed to be tighter, and my whole body was in sweat. With the parents who signed up and the examinees who came to leave gradually, my thoughts also gradually rose one after another, just like the Running River, surging forward. You also come to sign up? Principal Wu asked casually. I nodded. You college entrance examination score? My head was buzzing, blank, so I had to shake my head. You have no grades, what are you doing here? Hearing President Wu’s question, my heart suddenly tightened and broke. I was stunned for a moment, and I never cried, so I cried loudly. At that moment, it seemed that the air was condensed, and President Wu was shocked too! I am disappointed? Is despair? Is grievance? I had no time to think about it. Everything was in tears. I had to cry sadly and couldn’t help crying. I ran from the fifth floor to the first floor regardless of everything, and then to the school gate. I stopped my steps and said to myself: Forget it, I can’t read any more, and I will never! However, I am really not reconciled. I want to take a look at this school for the last time, even for the last time. Therefore, I looked back. Just at this moment, I heard a voice ringing kindly in my ears: kid, come back. The school made an exception to accept you! I saw principal Wu. The sweat on his face flashed like hope fluttering in my heart. He held my hand and was so tired that he couldn’t catch his breath. I also clenched President Wu’s big hands. At that moment, excited tears flowed down. From then on, I set foot on this dream school and began to read again. I still do the three meals a day and other housework as usual. In this way, after holding on quietly for a week in excitement and hope, on a bright moonlight night, I lay in bed and didn’t sleep soundly. I heard my mother’s voice in a hazy way: let the second child go to school, even if he can’t get into a good university, he must support him. My illness is fine. I can move or do housework. We are sorry for the child who doesn’t go to school. Yes, in fact, the second child has great potential. I ignored her. Dad whispered softly. My eyes are wet. People, it is hard to avoid going through some bad ups and downs in their life. Apart from trudging in their own insistence, they really need a warm hand to give some support in disappointment or despair, even though it was a little bit warm, just like President Wu’s palm, the residual fragrance gently brushed in my heart. It has always been the highlight of my life, DEDECMS 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…

Free remember.

I have been idle at home these days. Although I have found a job, I am too lazy. In addition, I have been staying at home and don’t want to go to work until some things have been handled properly. Many of my friends advised me not to miss this opportunity. I just came out without a certificate. It was really a blessing to find such a good treatment. Maybe, but I am don’t want it, neither do I. I was not willing to take the major of nurse at first, but I had no choice but to do so. S said whether you are willing or not, you have already set foot on this road. Don’t forget, you were willing from the beginning, but now there are some realities that make you forget your enthusiasm, you can’t resist it because of this. You choose the road yourself, and you have to finish it anyway. I admit that I really began to shake after hearing these words. But it is only a moment. My mentor once told me that if you don’t like the current job, you should quit or shut up. I couldn’t shut my mouth. I couldn’t stop complaining, so I had to choose not to do this anymore. I don’t know what I will face in the future, and I don’t know whether I will regret in the future. Everything is unknown. The deadline is next week. If I still don’t know what I want to do, then I can only choose to go to hospital or clinic. I hope everything can be as expected. If I can’t get what I want, I will keep it in mind and close my mouth. 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…

Loving flowers is a kind of elegance, and cultivating flowers is a kind of cultivation

If loving flowers is a kind of elegance, then cultivating flowers is a kind of cultivation. Some people love flowers because they grow flowers, but some people only grow flowers because they love flowers. Practice because of love; Experience because of love; Flowers bloom more brightly because of love. There are many people who raise flowers because they love flowers in this world. As far as I know, Mr. Lao She, who is also familiar with everyone, has such a kind of elegance because he loves flowers, so he raises flowers. Others may care about the precious and precious flowers, while Mr. Lao She only raises flowers for fun. Moreover, what Mr. Lao She raised were all kinds of flowers and plants that were easy to live and struggle. Moreover, Mr. Lao She raised flowers, not only watching by himself, but also inviting friends to come home to enjoy them together every time. Especially when the flowers and plants are branched, we should distribute the flowers to friends to plant them and share the fun in them. All these have made me deeply understand that flower cultivation is actually a person! A person who loves flowers must have a sincere heart. I still remember a story that Chrysanthemum was planted in a Taoist temple. Autumn is coming, the chrysanthemum in the courtyard, the chrysanthemum fragrance in the mountain and the smiling face in the courtyard. The villagers at the foot of the mountain smelt the fragrance of flowers and came one after another to see the beautiful scenery of chrysanthemum. After seeing it, every guest praised again and again, and when they left, they all asked the Taoist priest for chrysanthemum one after another, and the Taoist priest readily agreed. Therefore, you and he will soon lose the chrysanthemum in the Taoist temple. The Taoist priest asked the master angrily: why don’t you leave some? The Taoist priest stared at the village at the foot of the mountain and smiled and said: until next year, there will be Juxiang from mancun manzhai! The Taoist priest nodded thoughtfully after hearing this. This reminds me of such a sentence: give someone a rose and leave lingering fragrance in his hands. Isn’t this Taoist priest treating everyone around him with a broad and selfless heart? Love flowers in this way is also a realm! When Flower cultivation reaches this level, it is really a noble and rare cultivation! But there is also a person who likes to raise flowers, and his behavior is puzzling! Why do you say so? This also starts with the experience of one of my friends who love flowers. It was a gloomy morning, and the office was quiet. But when friends came in, the room suddenly became extremely lively. But the clear bustle is different from usual, because the voice of friends is unusually loud. Especially his gloomy face, which made me feel that my friend must be extremely angry. But why do friends who are always optimistic lose such a big temper? I have many doubts in my heart. When I really understood the reason of the matter, I truly realized the helpless mood of my friend. It turned out that a purple flower in my friend’s house was poached in the middle of the night. No wonder my friend who loves flowers is so sad. I heard from my friends that this purple flower has grown for many years. When it comes to the purple flowers full of trees, the fragrance of the yard. Neighbors all came to appreciate the fragrance of flowers, and each time they did not forget to praise them a lot. My friend’s eyes were shining when he said this. After hearing this, we were also very sad for him. Anyway, this flower and the family of friends have already been like relatives. How could this not make him sad? What is more painful is that there were people who stole flowers overnight, which is extremely hateful! Therefore, we really feel unfair for our friends, and we also feel sorry for that flower. Hey! Flowers are going to meet the bad Lord. If you really love flowers, but steal them, wouldn’t you disgrace your noble heart? But what shocked me even more was the following words of such an angry friend: it turned out that he found the house of the person who stole flowers following the traces of soil the next day. But my friend left silently. We all don’t understand why friends don’t rush into that door to find out the hateful man, beat him up, and figure out a sigh of relief. But angry friends always think for others. He said softly: they are all people who like flowers, not stealing. Forget it! Flowers bloom in everyone’s house is the same gorgeous! Having said that, more or less, we have heard that our friends are reluctant and helpless. But his tolerant heart made me admire him very much. Tolerance is good. But I don’t agree with the behavior of the person who stole flowers. What a good thing it was to love flowers! But stealing flowers has become a blasphemy to the soul. Love flowers can be explained to friends, it is good to ask friends! Why do you want to be a flower thief at midnight? This kind of behavior is really humiliating the personality of people who love flowers, isn’t it? Flowers are the symbol of elegance and the embodiment of beauty. Don’t let your actions insult the appearance of flowers. Don’t let your behavior insult your life! Loving flowers is a kind of elegance, and cultivating flowers is a kind of cultivation! Therefore, the flowers raised by heart will bloom more elegant and beautiful! 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…

In-depth

Think about which flower you are attracted to, and all your words just stop for it. Imagination is like wine, as the wind gets through, and the reservation of flowers is like thousands of flowers, tearing off the empty head, just to decorate the past years, just for embellishing eyebrows, you can know that those desperate scenes cannot be cherished. A little cold fragrance, or a twinkling cold star? I want to use breath to get close to you, to distinguish your spirit, to distinguish your wishes in this life, I don’t want to call your name lightly, don’t want to use secular trap, you are still you, just like this shy encounter, I just want to stand still; Keep the fragrance of awakening one by one. No one can tell clearly how heavy the love is? It is not like honey, not like the gloomy Moon, not like the flame, feeling to the depth, like a clear song, more and more soft, more and more weak, quiet place can put down the eyebrows, also can comb the wisps of blue silk, stream-like Qingyuan. Conversion over Day and night, lips delicately; Stumbles of the moon and a playing back of a, who rips old wounds, delicatessen, silly touched. Or; Is that the dust accumulated in the previous life? What is the expectation before the Buddha lamp? Lingering and tactfully, it reflects the glory in front of the hall, as well as the boundless entering the threshold, which is silent and endless. There is always so much annoying rain! Walking closely, pouring on the mountains and in front of the window of the stranger, I was searching carefully; Your shadow, which made the thin light whisper again and again, made the dusk drift and sigh, a boat drove away, without leaving a trace, you are nothing more than a folded past. You hide at my fingertips, trembling slightly. Yes, it’s just the moonlight, casually pull out the string, in order to open the unknown atrium. It is so beautiful to be so close to you, no matter the environment or the edge of the dream. I look at you quietly, slowly dressing up, suitable for heavy makeup, the skirt is like March spring light scattered, illuminating my dim forehead, you are not spring flowers, but can be like fireworks, it is easy to capture my deep lock and persistence. Maybe I am just a green leaf, a rough branch and a wrong knot, or a water drop, living deep in your empty courtyard, waving the ethereal life, it was just a pulse of eyes, just a flow of smoke and dust all the way, so you were no longer separated, I didn’t look at each other too much, and there was no other way out. The fate of life was accompanied by the wind. Like flowers, dreams, calmness, wind, rain and haste. Life is like a paper brush, no one can stop all kinds of miscellaneous, no one can bury the scorching heat. We were experiencing a night. Standing behind the night, I clearly felt your bright eyes, smiling and smiling. You avoided fog, a page of sadness and the twists and turns of ravines, I went straight into my dream and messed up a pool of clear waves. Really, I could vaguely smell the dark fragrance floating in the air. 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…