Yizui, misty rain, Ren Pingsheng

Autumn rain. Finally, it ushered in the first rain in early autumn, which lasted for a day and a night. According to the weather forecast, it will continue to rain moderately tomorrow. I like Su Shi’s feeling of rain and rain very much, and I respect the calmness of moving forward peacefully in the wind and rain. Every time I walk in the rain or look at the rain through the window, this sentence will unconsciously appear in my mind. Because I like the rain, no matter it is a heavy rain or a drizzle, no matter it is a flash of thunder or a storm, I like the wet feeling brought by the rain, and I like the faint sadness in the rain, there was another kind of indulgence and thought of letting it fly, so a misty rain became a taste of rain, romance and lonely fragrance, floating around with the raindrops. When you see this complete “Dingfeng” again, don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not sing and roar Xu Xing. Bamboo stick mangoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A rainy and misty Ren Pingsheng. It was a little cold when the spring breeze blew the wine to wake up, but the hill was slanting but greeted. Looking back, it has always been a bleak place. When I return, there is no wind or rain or sunny weather. At that time, I couldn’t help being deeply moved by his strolling, calm, calm, calm in case of disaster, smiling to the boundless wind god, and ashamed of his floating. The only way is the washed green leaves, delicate flowers, mirror-like roads, crystal-like windows in the wind and rain. By the way, there is also the faint yellow light, the person who cares silently, the waiting waiting for the return of family members makes people immerse themselves in the different beauty in the wind and rain, while ignoring the potential danger in the rain. The wind blows and the rain blows, the air is blowing, the road is muddy, the Thunder and lightning flash, and pedestrians will suffer unexpected injuries if they do not pay attention. Look at those pedestrians who were terrified and embarrassed in the rain, and then look at the poet who was proud of the wind and rain, leisurely and peaceful, walking and singing. Who was afraid of that sentence? A rainy and misty Ren Pingsheng. The rhetorical question echoed between the heaven and the Earth, why did you have such an open and philosophical attitude towards life? After experiencing the wind and the rain, you can have such a broad mind after seeing all kinds of things in the world. The sunshine is always after the wind and rain. When the sun shines diagonally, will you be happy for it? When others smiled and welcomed the sunshine, Su Shi’s looking back was always bleak. When he returned, there was neither wind nor rain nor sunshine. I didn’t feel happy because of the sunny weather. Instead, I looked back at the windy and rainy place that I came over and looked at the setting sun on the top of the mountain. I just shook the wet coir coat with a plain face. The poet rubs the rough experience of his life into his mind, externalizes it into this kind of absenteeism, which is not pleased by things, not sad by oneself, fearless and fearless, and is free from the circumstances of life. This kind of indifference to everything, how many people share the same spiritual realm of sorrow and happiness? Imagine, isn’t this wind, rain and setting sun also a situation in our life? There is no smooth road in life. It is inevitable that there is a road of sadness, a bridge of frustrations and opportunities coexist. Smooth sailing can only be an illusion. The meaning of life lies in how much you have experienced, how much you have endured, and how to face it. When people come all the way cautiously, they will always suffer from gain and loss, stretching the strings of their lives tightly, full and tired, they may as well put down themselves and gain and loss, looking at this vast world, touch Su Shi’s optimistic, indifferent, sad and happy state of life, and let his life be more calm and appreciated. After all, our life is only once, not? People to without beg products from high; Chongrubujing, busy see the courthouse blossom; Fate unintentionally, diffuse with outer cloud Cirrus easy is the highest state of life! 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…

Moonlit Night

Riverside tidal even sea level, Sea Moon total tide living. There are thousands of miles of fluff and fluff, where there is no moon in the Spring River. The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines like a graupel. The Frost flew unconsciously in the air, and the white sand on the Ting could not be seen. jiang tian yi se non-dust, Jiaojiao air solitary moon. Who sees the moon at the Riverside? At the beginning of Jiang Yue, who will take photos? On the night of flowers and moon in the Spring River, a famous poem left by Zhang Ruoxu, a poet of Chinese Tang dynasty, depicts the scenery along the river in the spring night with beautiful words and sentences. It is called a masterpiece covering the whole Tang Dynasty alone, and Wen Yiduo called, the peak on the peak.. This poem was adapted into a national orchestral music by Peng Xiuwen, a famous contemporary musician in China, and thus it was widely circulated. I like this poem very much, and I like it after reading it, because there is my name in the name of the poem. I thought my name was a very vulgar word. After reading this poem, I felt that the vulgar style was elegant. The original palace style flowery poem was written by Zhang Ruoxu, the night view by the river is very beautiful. I remember the first time I went to Hainan, it was already 8 o’clock in the evening when I arrived in Sanya, and I stayed in a five-star hotel. What came into my sight when I got off the car was a huge moon rising slowly from the sea, with waves of snow rolling around my ears. There were raindrops falling down in the air. The moon was so close to me and so low, it seems that grasping one hand is just like the moonlight on one hand, which is a typical spring river flower and Night Moon in Sanya. Moonlight, beach, waves, lovers, foot dance on the beach. The night by the sea was boiling, and sometimes there were screams like me who came to the sea for the first time, but this boiling would gradually be filtered out by the moonlight and the sea here. Then your depression is released and your mind is purified. When the sea breeze blowing towards your face gently touches your face, you will sing softly at the seaside: The River and the sky are all clean, and the moon is lonely in the bright sky. You can’t help asking such a question: is it possible that people who see the moon for the first time at the seaside will be like me? But this kind of Moonlight has been reincarnated for thousands of years. Who knows how it came to this seaside for the first time to appreciate this wonderful moonlight? Look at the smiling face of the moon. Look at the flying time. The night doesn’t feel like flying. From the vast silver sea to the rippling south of the Yangtze River, the Moonlight flies over the waves, the Moonlight crosses the mountain forest, and the moonlight shines into the flowers, seeing a shy woman like a lotus on the stage: the gentle woman who bowed her head most played the Spring River and the moon in the moonlight. The piano is floating on the river, the moon is rippling in the middle of the water, and some sweet and beautiful thoughts are softly filled with the atrium… 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…

As the saying goes, the village where the father and mother are fed, it is better to have their own

In the world of life, parents are naturally the closest relatives. From childhood to adulthood, we lived and ate with our parents. Especially when we were young, we had our own parents to work on food, clothing, housing and transportation, it is undoubtedly our own to spend their money and eat their meals. It is a matter of course. It seems that we don’t need to think about it by ourselves. Of course, there is a saying spread among the population of the small village: If you have a father or a mother, you might as well have your own. It seems to make people feel that the relationship between children and parents is not necessarily the most reliable, especially in the aspect of economy, sometimes it is incompatible to draw a clear line. In fact, no matter how well their parents protect their children, no matter how rich their parents are, according to the logic of small villagers, it is to educate people not to rely on the trees to enjoy the cool, people should have the spirit of self-improvement and self-reliance. They should create wealth and their own life by their own hands and diligence. Only the wealth and life created by themselves can have a solid foundation, only in this way can we live a steady life. Under the wings of your parents, you forget to fly. One day you will lose your ability to fly. The wealth of parents is created by themselves, which is far less than that created by yourself. Only the wealth created by yourself can be more valuable and enrich and rich. What’s more, between parents and children, there will be endless entanglement due to economic problems, and even make them restless. Therefore, if you want to be independent, you must regard what your parents create as others’, which is not your own. Only with your own heart can you stand up and be upright. In our village, there was a family like this: men were working outside while women were farming with children at home. At that time, the family who were working outside was naturally the first family in the village, life is far ahead of others. Because others have ration, so does his family; His family has money, but others don’t. Every time when sending a money order on time on a monthly basis, the eyes of others can almost get angry from the money order. Anyway, during a long period of time, their life was full of flavor. Later, when my son got married as an adult, I retired and went back home to work. The villagers began to work. The original pattern naturally changed quietly. The conditions of many families gradually improved, and the smiling faces became more and more interesting. On the contrary, the civil war of this family was constantly upgraded. My son and daughter-in-law always thought that I was pinching the money and only took out a part of the expenditure, and the rest seemed to be saved, so they complained to scold others and even tore their faces, the old woman was also suspicious of the old man. She chose her son and daughter-in-law when standing in the team, The old man’s grievance and bitterness could only be poured out to the villagers. Finally, after a super civil war, my son took his wife to roll up the blanket and join the team of going out to work. Unexpectedly, with the bitterness of the young couple, a few years later, his family’s motorcycles, tricycles, color TV sets, refrigerator, washing machine, phone no one should jie quan, also Reversal of dilapidated adobe houses, built a brick top of tile-roofed house, least spent 100 thousands or 200 thousands, of course this 100 thousands or 200 thousands certainly not his father saved, for those limited pensions, the daily expenses of the whole family had already been reimbursed, but it was the inevitable result of the son’s fight for a sigh of relief. When he ran to modernization, his life naturally became normal again, having tasted the pride and satisfaction of spending the money I earned, I must feel confident when walking in front of others, which is the result of my own efforts. Imagine, if my son didn’t get rid of his dependence on Lao Tzu in time and didn’t have the courage and courage to fight for a breath, could he have the modern life created by himself today? It is better to have your own father and mother. This is a very simple truth. The most reliable person in the world is yourself. Your parents will have an unreliable day. Only you have your own, only with hands, wealth and self-reliance can we hold up the sky for ourselves when the tree cannot provide us with shade. 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…

My editor life

Because I like it, I am persistent, because I love it, I have no complaints or regrets. Inscription I have been an editor for more than four years. First, I was an online website of prose, and then I added a poem magazine, which edited both online and magazine. In the days of editing, life becomes busy, life becomes full, friends become wide, chatting becomes interesting part-time editing work makes life interesting, and occasional editing and reading exchanges make life poetic. After editing a large number of articles, I found that it was not easy to be an editor. I read articles on the computer all day long, not to mention how my eyes can afford them. It was troublesome to deal with those words with mixed qualities, just selecting those manuscripts that are suitable for the article column makes people take a lot of trouble. Therefore, in addition to loving words and reading a large number of articles, an editor should also have the spirit of selfless dedication and hard work; He should also know all kinds of writing skills, appreciate all kinds of literary styles, be knowledgeable and have many abilities; we also need to have a pair of wise eyes, a broad mind, gold panning in the sand, and all rivers in the sea; We also need to be a good teacher and friend of the Author. With the help of the Internet, we can compile and publish new articles well, and the click, naturally, I bought a lot. As an editor, give priority to reading articles with novel themes; As an editor, give priority to articles with novel angles; As an editor, give priority to choosing articles with ingenious ideas; In this way, only the hundred gardens of literature can fly like bees and butterflies. In this way, the grassland of literature can be full of vitality. However, it is not easy to do these things. In this case, improving oneself becomes the top priority. In order to better compile and select poems, I spent a lot of spare time studying poems and participated in the study of Chinese poetry Institute. In this way, there were more things and more time, the college has to attend classes, finish homework, take exams, and review the homework of lower grades; On the website side, it also has to edit articles, read text maps, and distinguish the advantages and disadvantages, I still need to answer the author’s questions. Therefore, one day’s free time is all on the Internet, and one day’s time is all in the study. Although this is the case, I still feel that life is fun; Although I am amateur, I am still very dedicated; Although I am. Because I like it, I am persistent, because I love it, I have no complaints or regrets. The busy and fulfilling life makes me forget the troubles in the world, and the monotonous and rhythmic life makes me enjoy myself. hui zhe bu nan, nan zhe bu hui. After a long time of editing, more manuscripts have been reviewed, and the editors of articles can be relaxed and free. The reviewers also have their own routines. Generally speaking, for short articles, three points should be positioned to see the novelty and strength of the title, the writing ideas at the beginning, and the words at the end with infinite meanings, so as to roughly judge the level of an article. Occasionally, I read ten lines at a glance to see whether the language is smooth, the thinking is clear, whether the story is wonderful, whether the paper is reasonable and well-organized, whether the prose is well-written, read it carefully, and read it again; If it is ordinary text, read it again, as long as it is reasonable, send it if you can; If you really can’t pass it, return it again. On the basis of three-point positioning, reviewing a long article usually reads a few more paragraphs to see the writing style, overall layout, structure, ideological content and sociality. In network literature, there are a few excellent writers and a few good manuscripts. Most of the manuscripts are very ordinary, very ordinary, and even a lot of manuscripts are hard to read. With more reviews of ordinary manuscripts, the passion gradually disappeared, and it began to numb. Sometimes I am too lazy to go to the trial, so I have to pass by. Think about it, the editor is also a person, and there will be aesthetic fatigue. When I have this kind of emotion, I will rest for a day or two, take a look at the masterpieces and adjust my mentality, so that I will not be affected by my temperament any more and take personal perception as the center, take colored glasses to review the manuscript; In this way, it is no longer a matter of words, review quickly and confirm the merits and demerits of a manuscript rashly; In this way, there will be no unclear rejection. Sometimes I also help the writer to change the title, text, punctuation and typesetting. After my handwriting, an excellent work is presented to the readers. Of course, it is absolutely necessary to modify the content of the article, because the writer has the idea of the writer, and the editor has the idea of the editor. As an editor, in most cases, only the problem can be pointed out, it is impossible to have a major operation on the writer’s articles. As an editor, there are some hardships and pressures, but you can’t perfunctory the author because of these. If so, you will be sorry for the literature lovers who come to the website and feel sorry for meeting my author, therefore, I always take my editing work seriously, hoping to get to know more literature lovers and publish more good articles. There is justice in the world, and there is always a reward for giving. Although those rewards are virtual and those rewards are just a few words, it also makes my life full of sunshine and my world colorful. Virtual network, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. I improved myself because I wrote articles, got everyone’s recognition because I wrote articles, and got to know many literary friends because I wrote articles. The message that wen you gave me was like a gust of wind blowing in the dog days, which was really refreshing. The following are some copies to share with readers: I have read several ancient poems and essays written by you. Ancient poems are like poems and paintings, with beautiful artistic conception and profound foundation. I like and admire these essays very much because of their remarkable literary talent and true feelings. I am a newbie who just got married with prose online. I hope to ask teachers for more advice in the future. Like chasing dreams, I hope to become the best friends with teachers. xue shan fly fox It is not too much to compare you to an angel. It is my first time to step into prose online and to meet you and your colleagues here for the first time. I am very pleased. At the beginning of the new year, I wish you a happy and happy arrival. May you send more and better beautiful articles. I am very happy to meet you. Thank you. Hua Zi First of all, I would like to thank the editor-in-chief for his praise of my national day essay “nothing” and his love for “being worthy of Mother”. I was flattered by the second prize, but it also inspired me to create more excellent proses to repay the brilliant eyes of editors and judges. Snow find deer Butterflies, days disappear, miss! Today, I come to visit your blog. I’m glad to see that you have sent many works. I must read them carefully! I remember two or three years ago, I posted the first article about the historical mission of our writer on your website (an article in memory of the People’s Writer Comrade Wei Wei), you added a photo of Comrade Wei Wei to this article, which was very effective and inspiring. This article in last year Chinese liberated society commemorate People writer Wei Wei death 3th anniversary of the, great influence, appreciation to your edit good/poor, keeping such a very precious photo of Comrade Wei Wei in those years. Indeed, the article who is the most lovely person of Mr. Wei has influenced the whole generations. Judging from the old photo of Mr. Wei you saved, I believe that you and I are both admirers of Mr. Wei, Dielianhua. August 24 this year is the 4th anniversary of Mr. Wei’s death. The Chinese liberated area literature Research Association will hold a commemorative symposium in Beijing, I wrote an article to advance under the banner of Wei Wei. Do you also write a commemorative article to post on your website? Thank you! Read people 2012 nian 8 yue 9 ri When reading these sincere messages, the bitterness in writing has been replaced by sweetness, while the boredom in reading has been occupied by happiness. Although the editor does the job of making wedding clothes for others, what he gets is only verbal thanks, when others praise you, you will be sincerely proud. When others admire you, you will think of going up one flight of stairs. Therefore, I am working towards the direction of a good editor, trying my best for the prose website, doing my best for Tianya poetry journal, with all the writing writers in my heart, selflessness and wide world in my heart, and a sincere and universal heart, get to know and help the vast number of text lovers, because in their hearts, editors are very sacred and of great talent and beauty; Because in their hearts, editors are imperial edict, which is the right direction of literature, it is an example for themselves to learn; Because in their hearts, the respect for editors is like the respect for teachers of primary school students. Therefore, I will take the works of literary friends seriously and communicate with them sincerely. Prose online website provides a place for people in the world of mortals to rest their hearts, a stage to show their literary talents and an opportunity to get to know more like-minded people, let literature lovers from all over the world meet and get acquainted, communicate with each other and improve together. I will recommend American essays to the journals I edit, and also to the editors I know, so as to make the authors of prose online go to a broader stage. As an editor, I am also like a teacher. My love for authors is like teachers to students, parents to children, and I try my best to compile and educate people simultaneously. I think the editor’s life is indeed very interesting. There are so many friends that I can find my bosom friend anywhere. It is said that teachers are engineers of human souls. In fact, this is also very suitable for editors. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Zizhenziyin drunk life

The noise of the day and the rush of people disturbed the quiet and comfortable, and the chaos missed the once dense feelings. Yelouxiaobian strong, Yuet ru lian, hustle dust floor. Drink in the past, drink in the past, the passing years, carved in the hovering palm prints, printed in the quiet eyes, buried in the heart covered by the green shade, and emerged clearly under the chord of the night. Cut a period of time, pour and drink by yourself, drink slowly, and feel warm and sweet, melting every cell of the body, Dancing Years, catfish Willow and wind, full of the smell of sunshine. In this way, in this way, through spring, summer, winter and autumn, a tea is as graceful as a dancer’s skirt. Stretch like the fragrance of osmanthus, open the years, slowly close one page after another, like a thick and dense fragrance of fine wine. Feeling the favor of God, chewing the taste of life, such as Hengshui old white dry, lasting aftertaste, lips and teeth fragrance, soaked in half a century of rich. The spring was as bright as Zhu Ziqing’s: The ground was full of green, kicking a few balls, playing a few rolls, Little Lotus Dragonfly, the half soft willow with eyebrows open, painted My Colorful Childhood, full of excitement, the purity of the open-backed pants, the feat of subduing Ant ants, the cleverness who secretly slept in mother’s arms, the flavor of sauce in mother’s mixed sauce noodles, the clear and countless peanuts chewing slowly, surrounded by the hearthstand, I breathed the fragrant stew and counted the happiness of my childhood. Tough young people, under the influence of their mother, learn to be firm, in the contempt of others, in the surging environment, learn to tolerate, learn to be tough, learn to be like a reed, let the wind and rain ravage, being attacked by the dry sea water, it is still swaying in wind and rain, flexible to survive, pulling out the integrity of life one by one, and consolidating the conduct of wind and rain. Many years later, I realized that I was grateful to my parents for giving me life and enjoying the excitement of the prosperous world. I was grateful to my relatives and friends for their help, to appreciate the thick family affection, to my opponents for their strength, and to laugh at the ups and downs of. Jiangnan the colorful, wind blows, run drizzle yan’er fly, Butterfly Dream color heavier. If the time is really like running water, why can’t the aftertaste of Cang cool fade, and the sadness and beauty deduced by time; If life is really as clear as a dream, why can’t you wake up, and the simplicity and simplicity of the old Sunset cannot be retrieved. In the season that I didn’t understand love, the fragrance of fireflies, the yellow season of wheat, the soft buildings and the smell of soil, my sister and I held hands together, only feeling very happy, but didn’t understand the amorous feelings, the enthusiasm filled with the crisp sound of Willow flute around. My sister left without saying goodbye. My mother told me that she traveled with her parents without leaving any information that I could find. The locked door, the cold air, it seemed that at that moment, the world stopped turning. A kind of water called Tears streamed across my face recklessly. From then on, my sister was like a leisurely poem spreading in my barren soil of thought, filling every cell, spread now the singing of Willow flute is ringing in my ears, and I return to the unrestrained imagination. I pour out my heart with a muddy voice, lonely figure, wandering in the delicate and charming reincarnation. Only holding hands with loneliness, leaving a piece of sadness, in the years across the bank, humming and singing. Who rubs who is strong into a flying mess? However, I still thank my sister for letting me understand that there is a feeling more precious than love, but it is not the same as the world of mortals, but the heart and soul of weeping willows. I played a song of east wind breaking with my lute, which was irrelevant to the wind moon. I wrote the preface, which was influenced by yesterday’s sadness, and the amorous feelings still bloomed. On the desk of youth, it was light-year-old Ocean, vigorous and vigorous. He had been in the military camp for fifteen years, and he had developed a strong character, a man’s backbone, a front line of flood fighting and emergency rescue, and a resounding voice of self-defense. The fleeting time is singing fragrance, the reincarnation reflects the time, the nuclear bomb is a real gun, and the road of life is colorful. Bold and unrestrained, sigh faintly, don’t spend the old days, camp to the place, shy to meet his wife for the first time. In our era, there was no love affair before and under the moon, and the Restless blind date held hands and held hands with Zi for a lifetime. When love gradually became a family affection, the significance of tangled oak branches was clarified. You have me and I have you in the story of life. The story decorated with each other, without hesitation, could not hold back the time in a hurry, and was not capable. The birth of my son moistens the color of my life, the dedication of my wife without complaint or regret, harmonizes the prosperity of the three generations, undertakes pots and pans without complaint or regret, makes my husband teach my son, and creates a warm family environment. I blame my wife for my bad appearance. The clothes she wears every day will be ironed and folded. All the eating, drinking, pulling and sleeping are all usurious. I decided to say once when I came home from work: Thank you! For so many years, I haven’t said anything yet. The child graduated from university under the careful care and education of his wife, went into the world alone, and now he has a family and a career. My mother is in good health. Life gives me a lot. What do you want? Love words, once praised as lovers, these symbols full of emotions, delicate and sincere language, beautiful out of the deep and romantic courtyard in Tang Poetry and Song poetry, containing the fragrance suddenly in the next world, finally, it can’t reach the blush of a court. Light feelings, like the gurgling water, sweet and fresh; Warm family affection, thick, simple and pure city; Romantic passion, in full swing; A song of attachment to the world of mortals, prosperity like three thousand East flowing water, a song of love, looking back at the three thousand thousand on the bridge, you can see the sad beauty of your thousand-year love next to the Sansheng Stone; Changing the supreme enjoyment of the rich spirit in different combinations of words. Therefore, we established the Yayun literature club, got acquainted with guests from all over the world, mountains, cliffs and corners, and a line between the north and the South, with a screen at hand and a complicated life. On this side, the Pure Land is particularly quiet, soothing breathing, calm down, taste tea and cultivate one’s health. Listen to music, feel love with your heart, extend your thoughts and embrace the floating shadow of time. The Moonlight assisted the hazy tenderness. In the quiet night, I relaxed myself, repaired the wings broken by the reality, and dreamed of a colorful dress, giving a pure feeling and packing up the feathers falling from the ground, without Long Hate Spring nowhere find, cloud wen xia yu, mountains parting high and low, Providence never difficult find, without racking consider. Carrying the dream, crossing the dark clouds, pillow the mountains, listen to the pine waves, lie on the river, smile up to the sky, also learn Li Bai’s wine-fighting pride book world long scroll, not pessimistic relative to the vast sky I am just an instant, gu ying lament! The past is like smoke, and sorrow is like water. The vast landscape of green flowers the color of life, wandering in politics, social characteristics of life, the complexity of business, equivalent to thousands of people, ordinary people a dust, this life, do not waste a lifetime. God is good, and a gentleman is always self-improvement. Throughout the Ages, the world is flashy, the heart is covered with vast fields, and the corner of every life is verdant. As it is written in the book, only when people sit down on loneliness can they regain the noise; Only when they have gone through the sadness can They Regain the joy; After all, life is a long process, every inch of time must be experienced by yourself, and every cup of rain and dew must be tasted by yourself. The Moonlight is empty, ink is used as wine, and life is drunk by pouring yourself. 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…

Superficial said education

What parents need to know most is how to educate their children? When children come to this world, only their parents are their first teachers. However, to educate children well, the most important thing is to deal with the parent-child relationship well. Some people say that if parents establish absolute responsibility in their children’s hearts, children believe that parents love themselves unconditionally and that all parents’ criticism and praise are for their own good, if children fully believe this in their subconsciousness, then this relationship is benign, and it is a stable relationship of mutual care, mutual support and mutual understanding. Then the next education problem is simple, which is the so-called accompanying children to grow up. Who doesn’t love his children? What exactly is love? At present, it can be said that more than 90% of parents regard spoiling as love, fearing that their children will suffer and be bullied, and blindly giving them good food, good clothes and good drinks. In fact, this is just a way of love; There are additional conditions, such as entering the top three and five places with a high score. I can’t remember who said this. True love is the feeling that one life likes another life. It is an equal relationship and unconditional. It is a kind of overall acceptance, which is to be received by the other party. This sentence is right, it should be like this. All parents want their children to become successful, only learning scores in their eyes; Everything in life is done for them. Look, how many children can’t wash clothes and fold quilts when they go to college now? Can’t self-care. Even some children can’t leave their mother for a while, and they have to sleep in a bed at night. There are many reasons and reasons. Why are you afraid of sleeping alone? What do you miss your mother too much? What is not used to sleeping? See if these reasons are astonishing. What’s more exasperating is the children raised by themselves through hard work; Those who don’t understand respect their parents, and they keep their mouths open and talk with dirty words. Think about it, which parent has such a child, who is not angry with seven meat and eight elements: How did you raise such a white-eyed wolf! Who do you blame for this? Isn’t it the failure of one’s own education? Learning is certainly important, but what I want to say is that moral education is the most important. We should tell them how to be a man from childhood! Then how to live? Finally, how to learn skills. Friends, am I right? I remember a famous writer in the former Soviet Union said like this, the so-called love for children, even the old hen can do it. Yes, the problem is that how to behave is the most important thing. You say that you love children and try your best to lay rich material for them; Don’t let them suffer a little pain and suffer a little sin. Is This Love? No! You’re wrong. My point of view is: no matter what your condition is? All children should be allowed to bear hardships and suffer, exercise their survival ability in life, and make sure they know that everything must depend on their own efforts; Everything is not caused by strong winds, it requires hard work. Otherwise, how could they know how to fight, how to deal with people, how to respect the strong and treat the weak in this noisy world? Do you know that the flowers grown in the greenhouse can never withstand the raging of the storm outside. One day, I couldn’t remember which day it was; I was tired of writing and went downstairs to take a walk in the park, watching people drawing top in a wide square. Looking into the alley, I suddenly felt someone patted me on the shoulder. Looking back, I saw several neighbors bought vegetables. They pulled me aside, arguing and asking me to judge their son. It turned out that the children of their two families upstairs and downstairs were playing roller skating shoes in the competition. This said my son won; That said my son was the best. Only the neighbor who was opposite to me smiled and didn’t say anything, I was about to speak; Suddenly, a little boy’s shadow ran over, shouting mother and taking over the vegetables wrapped in the neighbor’s hands; I nodded straight in favor. At this time, the two people upstairs and downstairs still pulled my arms one by one, asking repeatedly: Come on, who son is the best and the best? I opened my arms and made a movement, with a full face of helplessness: I only saw the best son! Smart, you know what it means! Although it is a glimpse of dragonfly water, I believe it will enlighten you; I only hope that all our children are an upright person! 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…

My humble place (the other one)

Last night, I dreamed of my grandmother, who was very peaceful and warm, as if it was not a dream, but a reality. My dream is always full of sadness and tears after my grandmother just passed away. Later, it turned out to be fear and fear. Now it is as kind and real as daily life. When my body and mind are extremely exhausted, I fall asleep at night, and I will be comforted by fragrant dreams. After a long journey, I finally lived in a narrow hotel after a hard and difficult running. That night, I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow. That night, I dreamed of Grandma again. Therefore, I knew that it I am time to go home. Grandma, I’m tired. Grandma, let me go home with you tonight. It turns out that family affection can really surpass the boundary of life and death, convey love and hope to the living people, and give us the power to move forward. Once you say something about your missing, you will inevitably feel a little melodramatic. However, when it falls on paper, it will always feel superficial. Only silent in the former emperor, buried deep in the memory. It is the safest and most reliable existence. (Ii) my humble place the general appearance of life is not poverty and desolation, but wealth and abundance on the contrary. It is even an absurd luxury. Therefore, we always make our appearance bright and bright to cover our inner humbleness. Only primitive people agree that they are an animal and have the souls of leopord, Tiger, Eagle or lion. Primitive people combined themselves with nature, and they never wanted to conquer things. I just hope to live in harmony. As for their books, lions are spirits, Tigers symbolize reason, leopards symbolize life. I dare not tell my humble points easily, just as I can’t tell those beautiful things. Indeed, how many people dare to look directly into their hearts? We want to own, but we are afraid of losing. We want it, but we are afraid of giving. Human beings always suffer from gains and losses in this way, and suffer from the ups and downs of life. But you can’t watch the beauty of all living beings like birds, and have a vast heart like the sky without planting or accepting. I like wind, clouds, trees, lakes, grasslands and mountains. I live in nature and feel my humble places one by one. When I was lonely, my humbleness was even more exposed. I am afraid of loneliness. No one will like loneliness except God and beast. Some loneliness is wrong to say, and some loneliness will cause trouble if it is broken. So we can only keep silent, in the infinite time and space. I look down and look up for a lifetime. Smile and meditation solidified into a stone statue, between sadness and comfort, between dream and wake up, between you and me, fall, fall, falling whenever you look at the back of those people you once believed deeply, or hesitate to the indifferent attitude of the people you love deeply. You can try to put aside depression and think about this sentence. All people are an independent individual. Repeat this sentence in my heart twice, three times, or even more times. In fact, everyone is lonely. Time runs counter to memory, and the deep thoughts drop into tears. Looking back at the previous life, we will meet each other in this life. It will take several rounds and several rounds of kowtowing wishes to make Lotus a happy ferry. And every sentence I wrote down is not a confession of my mind. Every tear I shed is not the vibration of my heart. I dare not tell my humble points easily, just as I can’t tell those beautiful things. 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…

Road, when Tianya

It seems that I have been walking for a long time, but I still don’t know where the end of the road is. Although some roads are indeed straight, they always feel that they have no direction. Because of such a straight road, I have to go on and have no other choice. Who knows where this road can lead me. Road, sometimes is a kind of confusion! Second, I tried my best to associate what was at the end of the road. After turning a corner, can you meet her/him in your dream? Is this the end of the road? In fact, its end lies in our heels. Passing by, passing by, you will always miss passing by, and your heart will be settled. People are far away. There are all kinds of roads in the world, such as waterway, land Road and Sky Road. The boat will pour on the water and blossom beautiful spray, it may end up sinking to the bottom of the sea forever. Birds give all their love to the blue sky, but in the end, the huge sky is reluctant to make room to embrace the sad bodies of birds! The road is sometimes cruel. It is also a little hard to figure out why. There is a grave on the fourth road, which is not the end of the road. Although there is indeed a coffin waiting for us at its end. There are flowers at the end of the road, which is not its end. Although there may be a wreath of victory at the end of the road. What is at the end of the road? We have to wait and see. But your first step often determines your future. Five gently we walked on the road, leaving hearty laughter. But when we look back on the road we have traveled, the road has already wiped everything clean. Maybe it regards the beauty left by US as the traveling expense and hides it tightly. We are not allowed to relive that warmth. Sometimes the road is quite annoying. Sometimes it even spat greedily wrapped with dust. It took away all the beauty, but abandoned our sadness alone. What makes us look back is not a smile, but a drop of tears. Sixth, is the heart too wide or the road too narrow? Sometimes I always feel that I can’t pass a lot of things in my heart. -Mix of good bother! Seven roads are everywhere. As long as you step out door. If you have no doubt, the road is right in front of you. So, don’t say there is no way out! There are many roads on the eighth Earth. The best way to go is the road to the door. This is not because I am very familiar with it. Just because no matter where you are, home is always so close to me! Nine has also gone through many roads, including failure and success. I still walking. Looking back again, I am delighted to find that I will not regret taking this road! 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…

A letter from a strange woman

In countless sleepless nights, I stared at the night with my eyes wide open. Anxiety and fear covered my eyes. Yes, I am not willing to sleep like this. I fell asleep, one day passed, and another day was coming. Me at a loss. I can’t say clearly what I’m afraid of, and I can’t tell those emotions. They are always silent in the bottom of my heart, suppressed by me. But it was like a volcano roaring in a low voice, desperately trying to rush out of the cliff. I can’t control my emotions. I originally created them, but now I will become their slave. They drove me to keep thinking and suffering from the suspicion and doubt day after day. I was overwhelmed by the flood of emotions inch by inch, like a dying ant, trying to catch the last straw. In the silent and dead night, I always fall into the dilemma created by myself. But I do feel a constraint all the time. That is a shackle that covers my heart. The surging emotions occupied all of me, and I became a person completely dominated by emotions. So I was irrevocably attacked by neuroticism and insanity. But if it were not for them, I would not be able to write, and I would lose the inspiration and motivation of writing. I am neither a poet nor a philosophy. What I rely on is these trivial and complicated thoughts. If God did not give me the power of writing, I would not survive. Who can tell me how to be the master of my emotions? I don’t understand that we live under the same land and sky, but we can never meet each other. We walk on the same road every day, watch the same sunset, and sink in such a glorious and sad manner. Step on the same grassland and pass the same lakeside. I cursed my ridicule and cowardice to God. Even I couldn’t tell what I am was afraid. There was a wall in my heart. I fortified the outside world and refused to be crossed by others. I think about the past and the future, I am make too many mistakes and sins. I have already felt deeply guilty, and I am not willing to forgive myself. When I walk alone in the crowd, I am most afraid of someone calling out my name suddenly. It was like that I was uncovered in public and my blood flowed into a river in full view of the public. I wish the whole world would not know me. I never dared to stay in the crowd for too long. I was afraid that I would see that shadow as soon as I raised my head. I was afraid of the appearance of that face, which made my spine cold. I knew that face was looking at me behind me again. When I turned around and looked at it, I shouted in panic, “Who are you? The face sneered and asked, who are you? You are scared, afraid that you don’t know who to confess? Who should I pray for forgiveness? I think I am should confess. So I pulled out a pen in the dark and drew some words on the white paper casually by the faint light. I hugged and cried with these words. The paper and pen make me feel the most safe. They are always silent, but full of silent and rich language. Only when my eyes see them and my fingers touch them can I feel extremely steadfast. This letter, from a strange woman, is written to the same strange you. Never met you. (This article is purely an imitation of the delicate and sensitive psychological description in Zweig’s letter from a strange woman.) Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Goodbye and never see

All feelings are like a book. If you read too fast, you will easily miss it. If you read too carefully, you will cry. To say goodbye gently means that I didn’t go to the university where he was. I couldn’t find him because I was afraid or timid in my heart. In short, I didn’t see him. On the way back, I cried. My tears fell down unconsciously and collapsed again. I think I am a child who doesn’t like crying, but once I think of something related to him, all my grievances turn into tears and fall down. There is no reason, only tears. I can’t help walking like this, and I don’t dare to expect proudly any more. Because I love you, I don’t see you. I let you go. At the same time, I let myself lose in your city. Sitting in the car, I watched the flickering street view, like paintings of backward ink and wash, dodge. I think there are too many uncertainties about the way we are going to take. Most of the time, a word of advice from others, perhaps a flash of our own, occasional gains and losses, we are changing the direction of our destiny all the time. The world is unpredictable. After that, let me know that there is no need to be too stubborn when things happen. For those feelings that don’t matter how to start, it is like meeting a casual passers-by, just missing is just a passer-by. No one can take away anything, and why should they be entangled in a certain person, a certain moment, a certain thing. Only when you have understood and figured it out can you follow the fate, the nature and the heart. Don’t be anxious, don’t be impatient, don’t be sad, don’t be salty, don’t be light. Maybe life is just like a cup of plain boiled water. Before love begins, you can never imagine that you will love someone like that. Before love is over, you can never imagine that kind of love will disappear. At the end of love, you will find that love can be so humble. Forget the past, you can never imagine that unforgettable love will only leave a faint trace. Before love starts again, you can never imagine that you can find that kind of love again. When I was polished by my life, I was no longer as vigorous as before. In fact, some people never had a chance to see each other until they had the chance to meet each other, But I hesitated again. There are some things that I have never had a chance to do. When there is a chance, I don’t want to do it again. Some words were buried in my heart for a long time. I didn’t have a chance to say them. When I had a chance to say them, I couldn’t say them. Some love has never had a chance to love. When there is a chance, I will no longer love it. There are many chances to say something, but I think I will talk about it later. When I want to say something, I have no chance. We have drawn a outline and a texture of our feelings in our hearts. He should be clean, beautiful, gentle and chivalrous. He would love me a lot. He gave up his army to be my Armor. He overthrew the whole world just for me to smile. He would tuck the quilt and pour a cup of warm tea for me when the Japanese wind was sharpened and the autumn cold was covered. But he only exists in fairy tales. After all, life is just rice, oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar tea. Those people who have appeared in dreams for countless times often just comfort themselves, but they are so persistent in love, thinking and reading that they can’t find such people in life, so I no longer believe in love. If he loves me because I love him, then this kind of love will be a disguised punishment for me, and it is already a myth in our imagination that we have come here, often the biggest characteristic of myth is unbelievable. After thinking for a long time, I think I am waiting for someone who can draw a pause on my lonely story; One who can accompany me to listen to all the sad love songs, but it won’t make me want to cry; A person who I can find one hundred shortcomings in her, but still insists on loving her; A person who will tell me that we have a pit to jump together, there are people who taste hardships together and live together for a lifetime! In fact, I have been waiting for you, don’t you really know? You are always so determined to believe that we are impossible. You always think that this kind of love can not last long. But you have never given a chance to start, how can you be together? Our love was strangled by you before it began. Don’t force or expect. Touch lack of pity. I often think of someone who used to be by accident. It’s not that I can’t forget it, but that I can’t let it go. Those concerns that were unwilling to mention to anyone were growing in the dark corner. I always meet people who shouldn’t give up when I don’t understand love, but after I understand love, I just plant unintentional harm. Later I realized that only when I met someone could I truly understand the meaning of love; Only when I missed someone could I truly feel the feeling of heartache. I thought you would understand what I did. However, I was wrong about the place where love was originally left. I have been hurt by leaving for countless times, but there is only one sentence in love: who doesn’t know how to leave without love, but those who love always don’t have the heart to hurt each other, although everyone believes that they can break up, the one who is always the favorite always expects the other side to still love. If it is love, if everything is still there, even if you look back with hurt, but I will say that I have never left goodbye, which means I will never see again. All the beauty and sadness have already been fixed on each other’s life track. They looked at each other, and finally they just forgot each other. No longer see: and. No longer fell in love. No longer connected. Goodbye, I will never see you again. If you can’t love it, please forget it. Whose time is in whose story is getting old, like pictures that cannot be told. Forget who’s face, who’s heart is old, the similar place and time, we met but pretended to never see again, the secrets we had exchanged were gradually buried into dreams. 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…