New year Capriccio

It is the end of the year again, and the New Year is coming. But when it comes to the new year, I feel that there is nothing to look forward to, and I can’t afford it lazily. Today, I saw the survey report of the people who are afraid of returning to the new year on the Internet, and I understand it very well. Although spring festival is the most important festival for Chinese people, they think Spring Festival is the most important thing in a year. But today’s Spring Festival really makes people happy and worried. Take me for example. Maybe everyone lives together at ordinary times and does not need remote migration. In addition, the living standard has improved. You can do whatever you want to eat and buy at any time, so I don’t feel much about the new year. On the contrary, I think it is very tiring to make some preparations and do some things that must be done before the new year. In addition, the cost of the new year is not small, which makes me feel that the new year is a burden sometimes. During these days of holiday, I bought new year’s goods, food, drink and use, and cleaned, processed, classified and stored them after I bought them, which were not a small amount of work and tiring; Then I cleaned them, carry out all-round cleaning and be busy; Prepare all kinds of gifts and red envelopes for New Year’s greetings, which are messy; Have a good vacation, and want to do something that you usually want to do but don’t have time to do, which is annoying; I had to prepare the New Year’s Eve dinner of seven meat dishes and eight vegetable dishes. I was afraid that I would live by tightening my belt at ordinary times and didn’t owe any foreign debts. Otherwise, I would be really sad at the end of the year. I have always been a relatively tolerant person. It seems that I have no enthusiasm for the new year since I was a child. I can’t find any hope for the New Year or joy for the new year in my memory. Think about it, there must be a huge difference between the Spring Festival at that time and the daily life, but I searched the documents about the Spring Festival stored in my mind for several times, and I could only find a few with couplets, cleaning, when eating ciba, there were always people fighting in the 27th fair, dad put the cooked food in the fire box to heat, and sometimes you can see the file names of dirty and broken Dragon lights and other contents in the lunar January, these files are all title files without any specific description. It can be said that the years I spent before setting up a small family had nothing that could match the ardent hope and joy of the whole nation for the year. Maybe it was because my family was poor when I was young, but I didn’t like to join in any bustle, and I always restrained the reason why I needed and wanted materials. After getting married, the new year will be more insipid. There are only a few people in my husband’s family who usually spend the Spring Festival together. They have little preparation for the Spring Festival, and even don’t post couplets. What should they do as usual, without any lively atmosphere, there is no taste of new year at all, which is not comparable to the feeling of celebrating the new year at home before. After so many years, I became less enthusiastic about the Spring Festival. My only thoughts about the Spring Festival in my mother’s family disappeared. But once you get married, the important task after the new year is to pay New Year’s greetings. My mother’s family must go, and lunar January 2 is the definite day to return to her family. As the saying goes, it is the biggest festival for the married daughter to go back to her mother’s home on the second day of the New Year and watch the rain in May and June. Big bags, small bags, children and girls, crowded chartering, no matter how far away or tired they are, they have to go home to report, or how disappointed their parents are. My mother’s family always treats her married daughter as a guest when she comes home to pay New Year’s greetings. When she comes back to her family, she will relax, do nothing, do nothing, and get together with mother, daughter and sisters who are not easy to meet at ordinary times, there is a day when we can’t finish talking. This is my greatest hope for the new year. Even though there are thousands of people who don’t want to or want to, the year is always going to pass. People all over the country want to pass, and no one can stop the coming of the year. So like the vast majority of citizens, I devoted myself to the crowded, crazy, and extremely warm market like things don’t need money, buy all kinds of things that you need or don’t need or don’t need at all but have to buy. Year after year, when can I really fall in love with you and Spring Festival? 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…

Early morning wake up

When I woke up in the morning, there came a short sound of ramming in my ear, and the voice of talking freely. Lying on the bed alone, I saw that the time had 08:12, and I was still a little sleepy and sleepy. I turned the fan all night and felt a little cool when it blew on me. Then window came tune tone, sentence pronunciation, cadence. In my opinion, this tone is very likely to be Beijing opera, but it is absolutely impossible to be a local Huaihai opera, let alone other operas. I was surprised to think that they were a group of villagers from other places, and began to listen to BeijingOpera a few months ago. If one has nothing to do, listening to some traditional plays is also a kind of free enjoyment. In this beautiful and shy early autumn, the multifarious voice was like the maple leaves on the branches being drenched by the rapid rain, showing a trace of cleanness and mirror. Beginning of Autumn, I still pulled the quilt to cover the cold body. I don’t think much about it. I know the harvest is not worth mentioning, let alone in such a yellow season, I am ashamed to say it out. But I also imagine the birds in the yard shouting happily, waiting for the host to give food because of its silence. It’s just that I have been waking up in birds and dogs recently. It was not a noisy and disorderly scene like chicken singing and dog barking, but a peaceful and rich scene with the sound of people. After a simple wash, a person went to a small restaurant near the residence to have breakfast. Because of long-term insomnia, I occasionally take a nap during the meal. Life is always a lot of difficulties. After a long time, it seems that I gradually adapt to this kind of life which is a little messy. The peaceful life suddenly becomes a lot of mess. People become more hurried, and life gradually becomes fast-paced. I remember many years ago, I lived with a group of colleagues in Kunshan in a house with three bedrooms and one living room provided by the company. When I woke up every morning, I always hurried to the direction of the company, life is like a machine. I bought some steamed buns by the way in a small restaurant on the roadside. Eat while walking. Sometimes I even forget breakfast. Maybe the steamed stuffed bun is difficult to eat and not to my taste. The morning in Kunshan is a little quiet, probably because it is a little far away from the center of the city. In addition, this area is also a pioneer park. Compared with other places, it should be more passionate and creative. Now I think of my life at that time. Although I was young and vigorous, I lacked discrimination and analysis. At that time, when doing things in the company, I often made some jokes, which made my colleagues laugh generously. I can’t remember how many mornings I woke up involuntarily in a burst of sorrow. I was shocked and at a loss, and I was also worried about the future. I have also dreamed that the morning with birds and flowers, whether in a city full of lights and wine, extravagant and prosperous, or in an ancient and mirror-like wilderness, should be quiet and peaceful in the morning, instead of being outspoken, guessing and abusing at will. As time passes, everyone has changed his tone. To be exaggerated, it is to rotate between the low octave and the high octave, and the mood is naturally ups and downs. Discontent gradually erupted from the mouth. The morning in my dream is far less beautiful than the Peking Opera in the yard near my home, nor is it as delicate as a few roses in the hot sun outside the door. When I was very young, I was in my hometown. When the East turned white, the morning glow was slightly exposed, and even the vast sky was dark, while at this time, the adults had already started farm work in their fields with the coolness of the morning. The dog who followed the host all the way to the field shouted Wangwang. Quiet small village as the crowd of the fair began to be bustling and crowded, the villagers doing business also set up small stalls in front of their own doors, shouting goods. Just like the food market near my residence now. When the sky was just white, cargo owners, dealers and vegetable farmers were busy in front of the booth, while I was lying on the bed lazily, listening to the singing from the yard, there was always an inexplicable sigh. Although it is just a drop in the sea, I still have to walk firmly, looking forward to the next quiet morning. 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…

Unforgettable Days Without Foundation

In the late 1970 s, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. In our village, school is called study. Therefore, I started my reading life with a longing for the study life. The schoolbag is sewn by my mother by hand with a beautiful floral cloth. The schoolbag contained a small blackboard which was the size of handkerchief and was framed by wood, and several strips of stone pens cut from talcum. There is also a rag used to wipe the small blackboard. The study is located at the west end of the village, and my home is at the east end of the village. There is a long flagstone road. I have enough time to show off the treasures in my schoolbag. Because my father and elder brother both work in the city, my mother looks after the preschool children in the village’s Yuhong class, and I am the only one in the family who has free meals, so the equipment in the schoolbag should be advanced. There were mostly five or six brothers and sisters of the same age. Although the cost of reading was very small at that time, the contents in their schoolbags seemed much thinner. There was only a stone pen and a gray-black roof tile carefully repaired by their father. Tiles are used here as small blackboards for doing exercises in class. It looks ugly, stupid and uneven, but it is as clear as writing on it. And even if it is broken by the little hair, there is no need to feel so distressed. The small blackboard with wooden frame looks neat and light to use, but it is relatively thin and will be broken accidentally. Because they were all partners in the same village, more than a dozen of people were upgraded from Yuhong class in the east of the village to study. Except for the freshness of the clothes, there was not much strangeness between them. The teacher in the study is also from the village, the father of a friend. The seniority is lower in the village, and there is not much majesty. Therefore, most of my friends didn’t feel too tight on the first day of school. The difference is that our first grade and fourth grade students have one classroom. Our lower grade is in the south and the fourth grade is in the north, occupying their own territory respectively. Many of them are the brothers or sisters of our friends. When we are arranged in the seats, we twist our bodies unjustly, even excitedly but quietly with our own or neighbor brothers, when my elder sister said hello and winked, what she got was mostly coldness or indifference, and there was no friendship in the past at all. Maybe in the eyes of elder brothers and sisters in the fourth grade, the behaviors of our little hairs were very naive, maybe they were taught by teachers in advance to set a good example for us during class time. Gradually, we little hairs are no longer affectionate in the northern boundary. When the teacher was not there, we just went to work in the S. The climax was that the monitor decided by the teacher brought a new book, and we all sat upright at once. Staring at the new book in the front row, I couldn’t help feeling excited, thinking about the textbook I got early. If I saw one of them, I would count it silently, pray that when you don’t send a book to yourself, it’s the right time for that book. Pa-pa-the book was thrown onto the table by the monitor with great momentum. We quickly picked up the book as if it was a treasure, leaned over our noses to smell the tempting ink fragrance, and then quickly turned over whether there was any damage inside. Everything was normal, so we settled down to take a look at the color picture of the textbook, or read the letters or words you know as if you show off. Before going to school, we mostly learned a little from our brothers and sisters. Life is like this. Every day, I listen to the teacher’s reading with strong accent and teach us how to write. Occasionally, one by one, fighting small fights and small reports are repeated day by day. There was a small split among the friends who came together soon. They learned fast and wrote well. They were often praised by teachers, and sometimes there might be an affordable prize like a stone pen. Those who are lazy and naughty in class are often punished to write pinyin or new words ten or twenty times with their blackboard. There was also an excuse that the homework of last night was deleted by my mother or father accidentally, so I had to take an empty blackboard or roof tile to school to ask for a guilty lazy student. Even if the teacher was confused, because these blackboards did have the disadvantage of being easy to erase, he had to turn a blind eye and let the lazy life pass. Remember once. The teacher wrote some slogans on the wall outside the house and asked the monitor to lead us to write new words silently. I always wrote down the first few words silently, looking at the deskmate scratching his head, quietly erected the small blackboard, and the deskmate left it quickly, quickly write it on your own small blackboard. Because my dictation went smoothly, I had time to look at the embarrassment of my partners. I really couldn’t remember for a long time, waiting for the monitor to shout again. But the monitor only shouted a new word for three times. At this time, I blurted out, imitating the Monitor’s long voice: Silent the word “upstairs”, but the voice did not fall, the teacher rushed in step by step, so I was pulled to the front. The teacher just held a pipe in his hand, so my little head was knocked three times by the pipe, and I came back aggrieved, one by one with my own small blackboard in line, when I went to the desk to check the teacher, a rash guard turned around because of full excitement. His thick blackboard hit the small blackboard I was holding. With a slight crack, my small blackboard was split into two halves. Fortunately, there was a wooden frame around it, and the two halves were not separated. So this small blackboard with cracks accompanied me through the first grade of primary school. When I was in the second grade, I had a notebook. There was a thin layer of plastic paper on the first layer, and a layer like the copy paper today was on the bottom. Use a hard round-headed pencil to fill up a piece of paper. When you lift the first layer of plastic paper, the strokes of the words will be eliminated. This book is about ten pages. It can be used repeatedly, but when the number of times increases, if the handwriting cannot disappear completely, it should be eliminated. The past is like smoke, but the pure and happy memory often reveals a seductive smile, which makes me miss……. 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…

ba yue not Central

People surrounding the city want to escape, while people standing outside the city want to rush in. Whether it is marriage or career, the desire of life is mostly like this. Due to the busyness in July and other various reasons, Yang Jiang reluctantly chose to temporarily give up the dream that had been deposited for a long time. Yes, just give up temporarily. I think, this dream, as long as I was alive, I would hide in my heart, and no one could move away. I stood outside the besieged city of my dream resolutely, trying to rush in with great strength. In August, the rhythm gradually slowed down. I went to the library to find some books, read books, novels, poems, and yuan songs and dramas that I didn’t understand very well. I didn’t read every novel and every opera from beginning to end. I just read some selected fragments and the content overview and contained thoughts summarized by others. It was no longer the same as before, but just watching the plot, I seldom appreciate the social reality or ideal value expressed by the author. Maybe at that time, I had no experience, so I couldn’t understand it thoroughly. Some people in the group were going to leave. Although there was almost no contact after work, they still didn’t give up. The four of us almost came in at the same time. We always had some feelings when we got along with each other in the past year. However, everyone has his own way to go and his own life to manage, so he has to bless her and realize all he pursues in the new environment. The departure of my colleague touched the feelings that had been pressed in my heart for a long time. This job failed to realize the original value of life, and even could not see a clear and clear prospect. Although it is treated with care, it seems that it has not been recognized accordingly. For those parts that are considered to be unstable privately, from the initial query to the present shaking head acquiescence, those edges and corners, it is gradually polished and round. However, there was still something unreconciled in the bottom of my heart. That’s why I lingered on the edge of the siege. I don’t know whether I should go inside, continue the bleak operation, or walk out bravely, welcome to a new starting point? I made up for the missed movie, but I didn’t know whether I passed by those youth who were out. The young and ignorant years have faded and come to an end before knowing how to start, and then they have to accept the growing youth. The casual warmth that the budding youth hopes for may no longer become the lines that can be attached to the heart of the hand. The happiness I had expected was just sorrow after sorrow, but I was still looking forward to it, still waiting, still never stopped, withered flowers and bones, still, and the brilliance of the next season! Whether you remember it, forget it, the city or outside the city, what you can expect is probably an unpredictable tomorrow! The fire broke out in July, but it didn’t end in August. Nothing, nothing 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…

Far far

Some people say that traveling is far away, and there are so many places you want to go! After thinking for a long time, I, who yearned for the distance from my childhood and wanted to wander around, still ignored everything and carried my luggage alone to find the distance in my dream. Looking at the time, it happened to be three months apart. Three months ago, I was also alone, stepping on the wheel of dream-seeking, going to places I wanted to go one by one. I was always a little coward and always thought about it, finally, I took the brave first step and embarked on the starting point of my dream journey! Travel alone and experience a different life! Three months later, I was still alone. I went far away and didn’t know what I would encounter in this journey. I just told myself firmly that no matter what I encountered, I would accept it calmly. Weiming Lake, Forbidden City, Old Summer Palace, Kunming Lake, Grand View Garden and the Great Wall walk through places one after another with ease, feeling different scenery one after another with heart, when I saw a surprise, I jumped up and down like a child. When I felt lost, I burst into tears. Sometimes I would talk to myself, regardless of the puzzled eyes around me, I just became the truest and simplest self, I don’t want to think about anything that I have to face or do in the future. I don’t want to escape. I just want to leave the most beautiful memory in the most beautiful moment! Shuttling through the streets and lanes of a strange city that doesn’t belong to me alone, it seems that I am used to looking up at the sky, and then freeze the sky at that moment, or the magnificence of the Rising Sun, or the gorgeous midday sun, or the soft beauty in the sunset, whether acquainted or unknown, all live under the same sky. However, the sky above each other has different scenery, while people who stand together and watch the same sky may not see the same scenery, but the color of the sky reflected in my eyes always renders the sunset afterglow of Jiangnan water town! It is said that looking up to the Ferris wheel is looking up to happiness. I like the Ferris wheel because I like the legend about the Ferris wheel. I specially went to see the biggest Ferris wheel in the legend. Unexpectedly, after a long time of hard work, see is still digging pit, perhaps, Jiangnan Ferris wheel, really became that have sailed, and by the sea I, 1.1 points to, subsidence sometimes really feel a little strange, I always go to places where I never thought of going because I didn’t want to go back the same way, just like, even I don’t know why I came to Daming Lake, I will come to this spring city which is so beautiful in Mr. Lao She’s works, but actually it is not the case. On hot days, the cold but unclear sweet spring reminds me of the clear spring in the mountains of my hometown, walking out of the mountain, I will never meet such a sweet and delicious mountain spring again. I think, most of the time, I am contradictory, just like when wandering outside, I would feel that my actions like this were meaningless, and then I began to feel annoyed. Then there were two scumbags fighting fiercely in my heart. I didn’t know that I was looking for my lost self, or are you gradually losing yourself? Therefore, at that moment, I would like to find a stable job seriously and settle down, no longer like rootless duckweed swaying everywhere; Therefore, in the empty house of Spring City, I couldn’t understand why. I cried loudly alone. At that time, I clearly heard the loneliness and loneliness embedded in my bones struggling to break through the spinal cord and blossom. The air conditioner on the train back was very low, we snuggled up with the gentle girl sitting beside us to keep warm, talked happily, and then snuggled up with a nap. Although we felt like old friends at first sight, we didn’t leave contact information for each other. We were just passers-by in our lives, maybe there won’t be any intersection in the future, but I won’t forget the warmth she brought me, just like, I will never forget the beautiful memory and warm touch that someone in the chilly Jiangnan town gave me. Maybe, many years later, that person had already forgotten my appearance, I can’t even remember that I hurried through his life any more; Maybe, many years later, I can’t remember that person’s appearance, but I know that I won’t forget that warmth and shallow happiness! Traveling is far away. In the distance I have traveled, I have seen what I should know but still don’t know, and in the dream I want to pursue, there are still too many things waiting for me to involve! 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…

Mood essay

Fate is a lovely mystery. What you desire most often cannot be obtained, but what you don’t want is obtained again. — “Occasionally” life is like onion. Every time I peel off a piece, I will always be choked to tears. The days I want to cry are mostly a kind of grievance, I brought myself the Capri of vanity. Maybe it is too simple to understand life, or too stubborn to pursue purity, but life is incomplete. Life often uses little happiness to fill my heart with joy and give me confidence and motivation for unremitting pursuit. Every day, I sigh, rejoice and worry unconsciously. — How can I not feel sad in “occasionally picked up? They fought openly and secretly one by one like black chicken eyes, shouting friends in their mouths, with smiles on their faces — the night like “The Road to Growth” reminded of the first footprint, the first friend, this night reminds me of you and the lonely and tasteless time in front of me. There are songs coming from afar, and your eyes are drunk. The night is as cool as water, and tears in eyes are the crystallization of true feelings. In such a night, love is real and dream is free. — “Such a Night” Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

To today’s commemoration

Today last year, because of destiny, you and I met each other. In the days to come, we will gradually know each other. I didn’t expect that two people who had never met before would get to know each other, know each other and meet each other because of the Internet. Maybe this is the so-called fate. Last year, I was at the bottom of my life. I was bored and depressed, and needed to pour out. I chose the Internet, because only in this virtual world can I say what I want to say without scruple. I once thought that people on the Internet didn’t know each other. Even if they talked the most speculative and congenial, they were strangers after all, and it was impossible for them to really enter each other’s inner world. To my surprise, I met you in the vast sea of people. You accompanied me through a depressed and depressed day. I wonder if this is God’s favor to me? When the real you stand in front of me, I really believe in fate. Fate can really make two parallel lines cross each other one day. We are separated by one side, and distance not only produces beauty, but also separation and missing. After a short meeting, there must be a long separation, tasting the bitterness of missing. How many times do you stare at the phone and hope you send text messages or call me? How many times do you look at the computer in a daze and hope your head flash? How many times do you wake up at night, thinking about the little things with you; How many times, I can’t sleep at night, thinking about how safe you are in the distance. I wonder if you are the same as me, full of care and missing in your heart? I cherish your fate. You are a good woman and a happy woman. I am not a very bad man. Once upon a time, there was a touch in my heart, but it just flashed by. We were very light, real and pure. You are very smart, knowing that if you are at ease, you let me swallow what I want to say every time. You have said many times that you want to be my sister, saying that this relationship can last for the longest time. I wonder if you really think so in your heart? I couldn’t find a better reason to oppose it, so I had to hide everything deep in my heart. After all, I should have no regrets if you walk with me on the road of life! Maybe one day, you will forget me, but I won’t. Every year today, I will also think of you! 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…

Repression

Day by day, people are changing day by day. I don’t know what’s going on. Life becomes more and more depressing, maybe it’s tired… Do you still remember that song? The reality of our life is too depressing, and we urgently need a scene to release the pressure. The heavy makeup at night reflects the red wine and green light. I want to forget all the cross-flow material desires, there is a word in my heart that I want to tell you, which makes me confused, but still makes me different. There is stimulation in my body, that is, alcohol is paralyzing, bitter and gray memory, truthcare, noonecare… Yes, our real life is too depressing. In fact, repression means that individuals unconsciously suppress some impulses, thoughts, etc. that are not accepted by themselves into unconsciousness, or exclude painful memories from memory by actively forgetting them, so as to avoid the influence of motivation conflict, tension and anxiety. However, why am I depressed? Let me talk about it: 1. Social pressure: in the wild universe, over the long river of time, I was born in this era, impartial and unhurried, and was born in my 21st century. In the fiercely competitive commodity society, the low tide of work or job tiredness is nothing new. They are like high and low notes on the staff, always lying in the mood of work, waiting for the opportunity to move. For example, your work department is about to be reorganized, and you are overwhelmed by unreasonable workload. The interpersonal relationship in the office is like an arrow in the string, or you can’t get promoted without salary increase, which may make you fall into a gloomy cloud and mist. And I am the victim of the competition. I don’t know what will be waiting for me in the future. Although it is very depressing, I think I will adjust my mentality and gradually integrate into the big dye vat of this society, speed up your pace and keep following the fast pace… 2. Life pressure: People, crying and shouting, run to this world, and the primary problem they face is survival. If we want to survive, we must encounter competition; If there is competition, there must be pressure. Therefore, as long as you choose to live, you are doomed to bear all kinds of pressures brought by survival, such as entering a higher school, employment, promotion and so on, which are numerous and numerous. There are thousands of roads in life. Only by doing what you can, can you not always suffer from the failure to achieve your goals. People live for an ideal life. However, for me, what can I bring if I live in this world? I am deeply reflecting… 3. Mental pressure: The Room of the soul will be covered with dust if not cleaned. The dusty heart will become gray and confused. We have to experience many things every day. Happy and unhappy all settle down in our hearts. As soon as there are more things in my heart, it will become disordered, and then my heart will follow. If some painful emotions and unpleasant memories are filled in the heart, they will make people depressed. Therefore, sweeping the floor and removing dust can brighten the gloomy heart; Only by clarifying things clearly can we say goodbye to troubles; Throwing away some meaningless pains will make happiness have more and bigger space. No matter what happened yesterday, no matter how embarrassed, helpless, and bitter I was yesterday, it was all over. I would not come again, nor could I change it. Let yesterday take away all the sufferings, all the tiredness and all the pains from afar. But today, I have to clear up my mood and start again! 4. Emotional pressure: How long does a relationship last? If you want to forget or feel light, you basically need to double the duration of this relationship. Although no matter how hard I tried to forget you, you broke into my life from time to time. Why? I can’t find the answer. All I can do is to look at you from afar, bless you quietly and change myself slowly… I hope that in my world, you were the happiness I passed! 5……. Too much pressure, I have no time to take care of, now I just think that I have slept a lot, now I wake up, everything is gone, I want to turn pressure into motivation, today is another new day, a new beginning, forget all the unhappiness, and find the goal of life again… 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…

Through the years, the wind from other places blows me old

When I was young, I always wanted to fly to the countryside where I was born and raised myself. What I read in my childhood poems and articles were all the beautiful hometowns of others. Why is the hometown of others as beautiful as mountains and rivers, like poems and dreams, while the land under my feet is as sallow and emaciated as people living on this land, with loess beams everywhere, weeds sparse and trees missing? There are only gray sparrows and rabbits living together in this land. Only monotonous Poplar Willow can be seen in the village, and only apricot trees can be called fruit trees in the whole village. There are only a few apple trees and pear trees in the village, and where do they grow? When I was young, my companions and I knew clearly. How many times have we plotted in the dark night, but most of the time we can only listen to the barking of dogs beside the fruit trees and look at the trees to quench thirst. The birds and flowers in other people’s hometown have attracted me to walk out of that land countless times. When I was young, the place called Jiangnan could give me the greatest imagination. In the young dream, Jiangnan is a poetic and painted world. Girls in Jiangnan are clear and beautiful one by one, with charming voice. However, no matter how much he yearned for the outside world when he was young, his immature feet could not walk out of his parents’ call. After graduating from college, I ran to the hot land in the South without hesitation, which gathered the dreams of countless people in the east, west, south and north of the country. I remember that when I just stepped out of the train with air conditioner and stepped on the GZ land for the first time, the hot and humid air almost made me unable to breathe. In those nights, I almost hid naked in the House, facing the blowing fan, wiping the sweat constantly while beating the mosquito which was full of blood, I kept asking myself: this is the South, and this is the South I have been looking forward! Until now, having lived in this city for more than ten years, I still deeply fear the humid and hot summer here. In countless nights in the south, the beauty of hometown which was neglected because of familiarity in the past gradually expanded clearly, and finally it was engraved in my memory one by one, and I gradually understood that, what is really beautiful is not the misty rain in the south of Yangtze River or the snow in the north of Saibei, but the place called Hometown in your inner emotional world. People are always so contradictory. If you don’t go out, you may live in complaining about this place all your life. But when you leave her and go far, the silk thread tied to your soul is pulled tightly, and you want to cry and shout, then you will understand that the place that has gone away will be the pain of your life. The vast sea of people, walking on the streets of other places. When the sun and the wind blew, the former youth had gone through youth. The child who grew up in his hometown had already been full of wind and frost, and his body was fat. Did he recognize me in his hometown? Before I was twenty years old, I could be regarded as half a farmer and could do some farm work. From the day I walked out of this village, some fields that had been in my name were allocated to others. I abandoned my land and became a city man. In order to live in this strange place, from one city to another, I have traveled in the hot sun for countless times. Panic, confusion and despair were once the themes of my life, in the most difficult time, there was only one or 40 cents left in the pocket. Many times the job market came out and stood on the street where the traffic was rolling. However, my eyes lost their direction and my heart floated and my steps were heavy. No matter how bad life was, even in the most difficult time, I recalled the safety of the past in my dream, but I never thought about going back. Why? After working for several years, I went home for a short family visit. No matter how hard I try and hide my behavior and clothes, I can’t erase the smell of city from me, although I have such distinct peasant characteristics in the city, —– I am a middleman riding on the wall separating the city and the countryside. Those who watched me grow up, those who grew up with me, smiled and greeted me kindly and friendly, but through enthusiasm, I clearly felt, they regard me as the guest of this village. Even my parents and brothers, their too much enthusiasm made me feel scared. Walking through the corners and corners of this village, a stone, a water, a grass and a tree are all so familiar, but they can’t keep me, I can’t take them away. For many more years, I got married and had children in another country, and I also had a house belonging to myself, which could be regarded as settling down. The ancestral home on my daughter’s household register is my birthplace-hometown, but this place no longer has any impression on her. In the future, she would occasionally go back to that place, which was only because of her father. How many times do you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, but you are at a loss of where you are in the extreme soberness. The body of my body lives in a comfortable house of a tall building in the city, and my soul also floats in the air and cannot calm down. I miss the dilapidated green brick and tile house in my hometown, where my childhood was buried. I want to lie down on the kang in the old house, and I don’t want to pay attention to the troubles in the world any more, so that my soul can return to my body and give me a moment of real peace. But such an opportunity may only become a reality when I really grow old. On that day, when I no longer had the energy to fight in this society, when I needed a place to calm down and have a rest, all I could think of was you. This kind of thought filled me with gradually shame. I know that although you have never blamed me. The steamed rice with Chinese herbs and eggs in my hometown fed me up, but I spent the most golden years in my life in other places. The dried stream, the cut-down poplar trees, the dilapidated old house that can no longer live in, the beautiful school again without any students, all these changes, it seems that it has nothing to do with me. My heart is sad but I have never done anything for you! I cried and sweated in the hometown of others to pursue the so-called happy life. This repetitive inertia Life Day after day makes me forget to think or can’t think, let alone get rid of it. I suffer from this kind of life but depend on it. Autumn. The plants in the South are still green. And my hometown, the north, began to shed leaves. Through the years, the wind from other places blows me and I grow old slowly. 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…

Offering mentor paper

Hearing that Mr. Liu Jun, the teacher, had passed away the year before last, he was in a very heavy mood. His teacher was only 40 years old but he died young. Hearing this bad news, he was very sad. One year later, write text ji dao mentor Mr. Liu-running out and has multi-, A contains more than, shocked mentor has died, choke pain unaccountable, grief is sent! After several years, I returned to my hometown in the year of coming. I wanted to visit for several times, but I didn’t go there, leaving a thousand regrets. When recalling the past, the inculcation is full of experience, and the smile sounds and sounds swing on the square feet; When recalling the past, the teacher’s kindness still exists, and the laughter and anger are all love; When recalling the past, telling a long life, going back and forth to spread the article to solve the confusion; Recalling the past, everything is always modest, and everything is not involved in the mud flood. He was born for several years, experienced numerous changes and endured all the hardships in the world. However, he was disappointed and only du Kang reduced his worries. Three Cups and five cups made his heart grow old. He became thinner and thinner and never changed. Now that we have gone, the world of mortals is not here, and we have no choice but to travel with cranes. Later people can hardly know Yu xinhongzhi and look at the dust directly. Teacher, hearing that Yu died in the world, his disciples were all surprised, sad, sad and hard to break; Hate not visiting early, leaving no regrets. Teacher, it is difficult to turn back, this life is in the past, Heaven Road, and treasure; Driving a crane for thousands of miles, don’t be lonely. Teacher, sacrifice the spirit of the sage with literature, mourn the dead, learn from the students, and cherish; Teacher’s Grace exists for all ages, and love lasts forever. “Mourning for the teacher Liu” is a three-foot square table, a seven-foot body, a white pen and a pair of temples; It is difficult to share the remains with the world after a hard past, and it is hard to bow to the world; Later, I returned to, day unstrained liquor half-day wake up; Life, students all over the world, half a cup of wine the rest. 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…