Listen, the sound of the night

Listen, the sound of the night

When I opened my eyes, the ceiling was blank and my head was blank. No nightmare, no thunder, no movement, but wake up without reason, and then insomnia without reason. Open the quilt, let the air-conditioner breathe out into the bed, a little trembling, sleepiness faded. Walking out of the room, I suddenly felt that the heating came on my face. The weather at the end of May was still hot and humid, which made me fidgety. Gently open the corridor of memory, let silent silence and silent thoughts haunt me. In the living room, the electric fan hanging on the wall, breathing angrily, appeared so clear and so hard in this silent night. The wavering curtain danced with the gentle airflow, hitting the cold window fence, trembling the loneliness of the night. In the dark, I was alone for a while, and there was silence outside the window. Looking down from the tall buildings, the streets which were originally full of traffic were desolate, and Only The Lonely Tree shadow reflected on the lonely road. A bright moon vaguely hid behind the sunset glow, peeping at the silence of the Earth. The road run over by wheels and washed by rain has been sleeping, waiting for the arrival of dawn. However, the future is always unknown, just like darkness, which makes me unable to see whether the road ahead is straight or tortuous. In the deep night, the heart is like a wave, the thoughts are like strings, thousands of words, and the complaints are endless. I haven’t felt the comfort of the night so quietly for a long time. And tonight, I just want to listen to the night. Thoughts are wandering in the Time Tunnel, feelings are spreading in the years and experiences, and many past events are wrapped in the heart like dead vines, scattered all over the floor. I have been used to groping alone in the dark night, trying to pry into the mystery of time, but I have never really listened to the silence left by everything in the world. It turned out to be so sweet and gentle. The noise of the world and the noise of Science and Technology cover all the natural rhythms from time to time. Only in the night, when all the voices fade away, can the sigh of the night be heard. In real life, I am a person who is good at listening and inarticulate. However, gradually, I found that silent four eyes were like each other, which was better than whispering in my ears; Silent silence was better than noisy falsity. Therefore, I learned how to really listen. The night is always so deep that I can’t understand it. I spent countless hours sitting alone in the dim place of the night, staring at the dark space, but I couldn’t see through the depth of the night. Occasionally, I will try to listen quietly to see if I can hear the sound of blessings swaying in the wind from the quiet surroundings. Who broke the heart of dead leaves in the middle of the night, making it burst into tears? Who infuriated the red glow in the sky and burst into roaring like waves? Who, ruthlessly confiscated all the voices, leaving only lonely footsteps, ticking and ticking? The crickets in the grass chant happily; The flowers in Bud silently look forward to the gentle touch of dew. Therefore, in the middle of the night, I heard countless voices that were hard to hear in the troubled city. When it rains, I always like to sit in front of the window in the middle of the night, listening to the feelings of the rain and playing a strange melody with the sadness in my heart. The sound of wind and rain interweaved into chaotic music, and the thunder of roaring was the beating drum of heaven. When all the voices have gradually disappeared, I will sow my favorite music, making my soul intoxicated in the broken heart. I still remember that night, I turned on the phone, plugged in the headset, and began to play the audio recorded by all my sisters for me, letting the warmth spread from my ears to my heart, and then roaming my limbs with the heartbeat. Whether it’s a hoarse and low voice, or a soul-stirring Bel Canto, a concern of Standard Mandarin, or a blessing with a local accent, every sentence, like a slender finger, with a perfect posture, gently fiddle with my heartstrings, and pop up the beautiful melody, just like the most beautiful music in the world, deep into my fragile heart and emotional heart. Therefore, I was drunk in the sound of care. Close your eyes and listen quietly to every warmth flowing like a stream or a floating cloud in your heart. My closed eyes were gradually moist and moved, and I was grateful to fill my chest. Let my thoughts draw a beautiful picture with every sincere word. There are green mountains, blue seas and blue sky. Every sister appears in front of me as if they were real. Gradually, I couldn’t hear what my sisters were saying, only the gentle and concerned whispers rang in my ears. In fact, what I listen to is not their words, but the most sincere care and the most gentle care hidden behind every sentence. When all the audio has been broadcast, I have stepped into my dream. Life is like a dream. Life needs to weave many dreams to move on. No matter it is a wild fantasy or a down-to-earth planning, dream is always the driving force for people to move forward and the waves in the sea, one after another. In my dream, I seemed to hear streams flowing through my feet, birds singing on the branches, the breeze soliciting leaves, and the flowers spreading freely. And all my sisters are by my side listening to a pleasant Symphony accompanied by nature. Only at this moment can we truly understand the artistic conception of silence over sound. Because, I heard the music that I hadn’t heard before. Time flies like an arrow. It’s been almost a year in QQ, isn’t it? At that time, in order to thank Mei Er and Sister Tao for their attention, I tried my best to get into QQ, made formal friends with them, and continued to get to know many sisters with different personalities, immerse yourself in a warm atmosphere. I seem to be a lonely guest in a foreign land, riding a lonely boat, floating in the lonely emptiness. I have no intention to come to this familiar but unfamiliar mainland. From then on, I bathed in their tenderness and felt the rare friendship in the world. And they always listen to my tearing heartbreak and lonely heart words quietly on the other side. Once, I felt a little dissatisfied with my vulgar net name. But now, I feel gratified for this. I know that far away in the north, when my sisters saw the bright moon in the sky, whether it was round, short, cloudy or sunny, they would think of a melancholy man in the South, looking at the starry sky silently, thinking about them. If they listened quietly like me, they would also hear the blessings I delivered to them in the wind 2012.06.02 Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Tonight cranky

In my spare time, there was fertile ground for wild thoughts, which gradually broke through the Earth and grew at an unimaginable speed! As a single spark was liaoyuanzhishi! I still have to continue my study, but I don’t want to eat those boring professional books in my hand, which makes my life idle for half a day. Sitting in front of the computer, stretching his legs and posing as a lazy person, he sneaked away for a night, but he didn’t know what to do when facing the computer. Game, don’t want to, because of laziness, such time-consuming and painstaking things, will not do, although there is infinite passion, but eventually unreal. Looking at the mobile phone, there are so many people in the contact list, but I don’t know who to call to relieve my depression. Look at QQ, I don’t know who to send the message. There is nothing important, who is willing to chat with me? Modern people are busy. In fact, they don’t know what they are busy with most of the time. Sometimes I would rather chat with a strange netizen about the country, the North and the South, current affairs and politics than say some warm words with friends and relatives around me. Isn’t there such a noun? The most familiar stranger! Yesterday’s wind and dust, lost your appearance, lost my eyes. Today, a classmate asked: Who is your best friend in junior high school. I answered without hesitation that Xiaoye was my best friend in junior high school. But now we have almost no contact. Although we have more than one contact information. Maybe I don’t know how to manage friendship, but isn’t it necessary for both parties to maintain it? I naively thought it stayed in the distance of time. In fact, it had already left quietly without waving its sleeves, but took away the most beautiful sunset glow! The word “first sight” is too beautiful. Beauty is in people’s memory, because they have already lost the opportunity to own it. Vain and frivolous young man, years shake vicissitudes. Open Weibo and refresh them one by one. They are not interested in entertainment stars, not superficial, but purely dislike them. However, there are other celebrities, such as Yang Lan, Li Kaifu, Lin Bai and so on. When listening to these psychological activities of people who are far away from us and sometimes feel close when reading words, no matter what they wrote is true or not. There are also some so-called philosophical sayings, classic quotations and so on. We will say a lot of truths, which is still the same sentence: words are also light, and actions are also difficult! Sometimes what I say is so grandiose, but actually the author himself is not convinced! There are also creative pictures and words that can make you laugh until you have a stomachache. I walked in it and couldn’t find the direction. Listen to the song of song or song or song of song or song of song or song or song or tune as the oars flying in the boat of thoughts. In a daze, I don’t know where I have drifted away. When we are upset, we will think about our feelings and the difficulties we are facing now. In short, the best or the most unpleasant thing will emerge, mixing naked under the sun, sometimes like silk, it gets more and more chaotic; Sometimes it is like a fisherman walking into the Peach Blossom Garden, suddenly enlightened. It’s just that there are a lot of silk, but there are few peach blossom gardens after all, so there are fewer people to find! I remembered the boy who had left traces in the bottom of my heart, the monitor in primary school; The ruffian boy in junior high school and the transfer student who wore glasses and didn’t know whether he was gentle or not; senior high school scores belong to the middle and upper class with a simple and honest face next to the table; The university has a regular military training but a coach with beautiful songs. It is not love, but appreciation at most, or a shadow of the room without owner. Think about your future, how to go in the future, look forward to it in confusion, wait for the turn ahead step by step, or walk to the crossroads, choose the best direction you thought at that time, then step out. Now, what I accept is energy or weight. I always feel that all these are meaningless. A sleep may be a sunny sky! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Disease random thoughts

Today Lantern Festival, window firecrackers deafening. I can’t see the beautiful fireworks passing through the night sky and the full moon, so I can only imagine how colorful they are in my heart, because I am lying in bed and I am ill. Since he was a little weak and sickly, he had been dubbed as a medicine jar, sick rice seed and other titles. Grandpa said Humph ha ha, and he lived to 88. Anyway, 88 is still a very distant age. Anyway, I have the best grandfather in the world, so I never regard illness as a disease, and I am happy even if I am sick. And no matter how long I was ill, it was none of my three good students every year, because grandpa would make up lessons for me according to the school courses. Although Grandpa almost lost his teeth and said English was a little leaky, I benefited a lot from his standard American speaking. Grandpa went to another world on the 100th day after his 90th birthday. In the next half year, my heart was full of ice and snow! I lost weight quickly, but I didn’t fall ill, because I always reminded myself: if the person who loves you most goes, you will have no right to get sick. The World Without Grandpa is much less worried and very busy. Living in the ever-changing information age, illness has become a luxury. Colleagues around us often sigh with emotion: they are so busy that they even have no time to get sick. My daughter said to me one day: Mom, if only you were ill. I was surprised and asked the reason. My daughter said, “If you are sick, you can ask for leave to accompany me. Looking at my daughter’s pure big eyes, I felt indescribable guilt and unspeakable sorrow in my heart! How can a child’s innocent heart understand the helplessness of an adult: We should not only work hard and study hard, but also try our best not to get sick. But no matter how hard you try, the doctor told me last night: you are ill. After getting out of the hospital, I stumbled carelessly and took my husband’s arm. My husband had never swaggered through the market with my arms in the past 13 years, but he didn’t object to it. He asked him why, and he said it was because you were ill. After returning home, I saw my husband cooking and washing clothes in a hurry, but he was a little unaccustomed. He said it was OK, but you were sick. Original sick can lazy, occasionally disease A also nice. I woke up at 6: 30 this morning on time. It seemed that the person was ill and the biological clock was normal. After sending a pile of granules, capsules and tablets into the stomach, I realized that I don’t have to get up early today. So I fell asleep again. When I checked my mobile phone at noon, I received eight calls and six text messages in a daze. I was more busy when I fell asleep than when I woke up! Finally, I knew that it was the same thing that I stole for half a day. In the evening, I kept making appointments with friends, eating or playing cards or going to Binjiang Road to watch fireworks. I declined all of them for the same reason: because I was ill. I can’t see the gorgeous fireworks, nor can I waste this beautiful lantern night. So I pulled the paper and pen to write down this article “miscellaneous feelings in illness”. Before writing, I sent a text message to my friend who met to watch fireworks: life is like fireworks, gorgeous and short. Please don’t get sick in order to make your short life blossom. (Yang Su 2006-2-15 in Linhai) Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

This is you?

There was a woman who looked more calm and boiling like boiling water in her head. She seemed to be very lonely, although she never said. She likes to know about Constellation, only her own constellation, Aquarian, and often watches it, although there is nothing new. But I am very lucky that I am a person of this constellation and feel that I am lucky, haha. She was not smart, had no advantages, and was not as sensitive as described in the constellation book. It could be said that she had a sense of afterknowledge and even a little white eyes. She handled everything in the most stupid way, so she ended up in a mess. So do you think she is a little cute? I don’t think so, because her ordinary expression is expressionless, and ordinary people will not approach her, but when she talks, her mouth and eyebrows are full of gentle smile, it’s just that she is too hot…. She was very strange. She didn’t like being too close to others. Even if she was in the crowd, she would still keep some space for herself and watch them happy or lost. She almost isolated everyone, especially men, but it was not because she didn’t like it or was hurt, but the best way to ensure that she didn’t get hurt. Although there are some regrets in my heart, I am very rational. She is not used to hugging and holding hands with others, and even she is the best sister. She prefers antique things, ancient architectural styles and ancient songs, because there is a long or short story behind them, and she likes stories. But she hates history. It seemed that she seldom spoke and was less angry and lazy, but she attributed it to the deficiency of both qi and blood. I only like to think about myself in some corner. Sometimes it will be a little crazy. For example, a person secretly takes a train to an ancient town which is far away but has been longing for a long time. Then if you ask her out, she will refuse. She didn’t know it before, and it was several times in a row, you feel strange. When she told you about this trip after she came back, you felt a little unimaginable, and maybe you were shocked. It’s the first time to go far away, to a strange place beyond 18,000 miles away. Maybe you are confused, how dare she go alone? And nobody knows. Isn’t she afraid of meeting bad people or other difficulties and unable to come back? She even felt that her behavior was too rebellious and willful this time. Then take the opportunity to educate her and show her maturity. But she hated people’s comments on her travel intervention, using the topic to play or scolding her for not knowing anything. She thought it was her own freedom and had nothing to do with anyone. She didn’t need others to criticize her, because she knows what she is doing!!! Sometimes she will suddenly give up some people or things when you seem inexplicable. She likes buying books and magazines, knowing that one day she sold all the magazines and books (only one or two books left) to the people in the book stall, she felt that they were much empty, because once again she cleared some unnecessary rubbish, she would clean it up at an irregular time, including her own cat litter. And this depends on your mood. Because she is too lazy sometimes even too lazy to take a bath, wash clothes or eat, how can there be such a person? She doesn’t know how to refuse, so don’t ignore her weak protest. Although she finally depends on you, maybe you think you are already a good and good friend with her after a long time, but she felt that she was so depressed that you ignored her feelings and only insisted that you were right. At the end of the day, you asked her what advice or something else, she responded lazily or didn’t respond. You don’t think she is as lively as you first knew her, but you don’t seem to care much about her. You may take care of her materially,, this is not what she wants. So I suddenly broke contact with you, and you may be a little confused. She is very easy to get along with, gentle and polite. Sometimes she may be naughty, but she seldom disputes with others. Generally, it makes people feel indifferent and turn around and leave. She feels very tired, even a little tired, she also felt tired for that person. In her opinion, quarreling was a waste of time and energy. She didn’t want to waste her time on things that were not important. Besides, the other person was not important. It was better to go back to sleep and sleep. Maybe it will make some people think she is easy to bully and spread her criticism behind her…. But she lived her own life as usual, but occasionally she fought back, because she was a little boring …… she was impatient, at first, I might think it’s OK for her to spend more time waiting for you for one or two hours or even several hours. After a long time, I find that you are still wasting her time. So for you to date her in the future, if she can avoid it, she can’t avoid it. If she makes an appointment, and if you are late, she will not hesitate to explain, even wait for you to come or wait for you to turn around and leave, without saying a word, you don’t turn back any way you call or apologize. It may seem heartless without waiting for a second. She was afraid of the sun, but she didn’t like to wear an umbrella, but like to get wet in the rain. She even wanted to get wet in a rainstorm, but she didn’t dare. I’m afraid that people will say it’s crazy, haha. However, she looks very comfortable and leisurely when she gets wet in the rain. She likes a casual life, though it doesn’t matter, she also lives in this way all the time. She is used to sleeping late, getting used to loneliness and even a little fond of loneliness, and likes this feeling. She only lives in the way she likes. It is useless for her to be criticized by others. Even though there are many voices of opposition, thinking that she is very willful to do so, what’s the matter? Don’t you allow me to be at ease because of your uncomfortable life? Ha ha, she is also a very paranoid person. She doesn’t like cheating, but she always lies to you, and actually lets you know that she is lying. If you ask her, she will be weak and stubborn. Why did she lie? Because she didn’t want to answer your question or agreed that others couldn’t say it, and you insisted on asking all the time, so you could only get this result. She often cried, and I didn’t know why, because even she herself didn’t know. There is almost no advantage in her, but this is the complete herself. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Indifferent

Time wasted, the vicissitudes of life, the dirty life gradually annihilated my pure eyes and simple heart. Pure and innocent is getting farther and farther away from myself, but trying to find it back is always blocked by reality. There are smoke waves, ups and downs in life, thorns in the ditch, joys and sorrows, ups and downs in life. I have also experienced and thoroughly experienced it, and what finally settled down was the tranquil mentality and the desire to return to nature. Perhaps, life is to survive in competitive skills, pursue in exploration, discover in feelings and sublimate in comprehension. In the noisy city, I like to create a quiet space for myself. During the shelter, listen to music, tea and read elegant books; Shake off the busy dust in the world leisurely, and carefully chew the peace brought by quiet time. I often steal a period of time to return to nature in my busy schedule to relieve the tense nerves in the workplace; Take a look at the pastoral scenery, listen to the breeze entering the forest, enjoy the high mountains and flowing water and experience the tranquility brought by the original ecology of nature, which is really enjoyable. I have tried hard, strived for it, and thought about it. I lived a simple life and did whatever I wanted; But the obstacles of many factors could not be realized, and the result was still extravagant. I accidentally read a sentence: when I was young, happiness was a very simple thing; When I grew up, simplicity was a very happy thing. Yes, now I want to be simple, but it is difficult to do it. I always imagine countless beautiful scenes, but it is always related to her. She imagined that on the boundless prairie, she held me tightly from behind and rode on the horse, galloping as much as she could. In the deep Lane of the south of the Yangtze River covered with bluestone, we left our deep kiss and enjoyed the romantic flavor of fragrance and simplicity. Or walk through the stone arch bridge with hands in the poetic ancient town; Look at the clouds and clouds together, and smile at the flowers blooming and falling. Or under the dim light, talk about theory and Zen theory; In the pursuit of the mountains and fields, only envy mandarin ducks but not the immortals. Or in the boundless sea, they both run on the beach barefoot hand in hand, playing playfully and wantonly, often hiding in the quiet without distracting, reading books and writing articles alone, savor the Tao Te Ching freely and carefully: Good as water. Water li wan wu and indisputable, at everyone’s objective and dislikes, so several Tao. Living in a good place, the heart is good, and the benevolence, good faith, good governance, good deeds, and good deeds. The only thing is to fight, so there is nothing. The artistic conception of the implied meaning, and I am willing to pursue it for life. Therefore, I made myself a stream, flowing silently and quietly, crossing thousands of mountains and thousands of paths, and finally the sea. There are many twists and turns, and I sigh a lot; If you think deeply about the discussion, you ‘d better be calm. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Creek drips water

The North Wind stayed on the north bank of the small river. The North Wind was about to cross the river and reached the South Bank. It was blown back by the wind from the South Bank. Xiaohe should be kind to the south wind, and show a little coldness to the north wind. Throughout the winter, the river was covered with a layer of armor-like ice. The North Wind swept the villages and fields like a sword, and sometimes it blew freezing rain and snowflakes, which made the river cold through the heart. After all, the river could not be frozen. It arrived in spring with freezing rain and Canxue in its arms. Xiaohe hated the north wind because a group of egrets pecked the ice with sharp beaks at dusk in winter, and there was no fish pecked. The egrets flew to the sky whining, and their wings struggled to beat the North Wind and disappeared in the twilight. The river didn’t know how far the white birds could fly and whether they could spend the cold night. Xiaohe still cares about that group of egrets. It was always the warm spring glow from the south wind, the river melted with ice, and the fish were like happy songs, rippling the ripples of musical notes on the green water. The south wind to the river is like a bow touching the glittering silver strings. The south wind blew across the river to the north bank, with the breath of the river. The leaves of the big leaf poplar fluctuated like spray. The Moo of the black water sounded like thunder exploding beside the haystack. The gray magpie was frightened, arrows are generally shot into the air from the back of cattle. I know that the South Wind likes to go to the north bank of the river in this way. The wind blows the grass stack, and the black water thinks that whoever fights with it for the forage, then suddenly makes a roar. After a while, the South Wind will go back along the original road to rest in the willow forest on the south bank of the river. In the farmland by the river, the wind and rain blows on my face all the year round. I am destined to live with the river around me in this life. In the womb, It surrounds me like the umbilical cord that makes me breathe. I came to this world and grew up day by day, eating soybeans and rice irrigated by the river. When I understood the meaning of rice and water, people and rivers, I stood by the river, looking at the river flowing from the dark green mountain like cotton thread, it was so quiet, distant and long. My eyes are always so wet. I am a leisurely person, bending his waist to sow rice and grass in the rice field along the river. The farmland is pure. My Yun straw knife scraped weeds at the root of the green grass. The water was very turbid by my moving feet and the Yun straw knife moving back and forth. In the turbid water, the weeds appeared white roots. The river is tolerant, which not only moistens the grass, but also nurtures weeds in the field. Between the grass and weeds, I can only care for the grass and destroy the weeds. Because. It is too hard to cultivate a green seedling into a rice with ears. A golden millet is almost the freehand brushwork of a drop of blood and sweat. I was in the field of sunrise and sunset, holding a sharp straw blade, doing the work of cutting the grass to the root. However, the grass is still as luxuriant as before. The south wind blows the village on the north bank of the river. The village girl’s hair is as smooth as the south wind, the river is as clear as the south wind, and a window with yellow paper paste makes a sound of table tennis in the wind. A pair of kindly and melancholy eyes looked at the river through the window hole. It was my old grandmother who lit a wisp of smoke to call me home. The smoke from the kitchen was very light and blue, just like the flowing river, with a cloud floating over the river. The smoke from the kitchen faded away from the river, and the sunlight emitted dazzling light on the river waves, several waterbirds were chasing and playing among wild rhombus. What I saw was only these. I couldn’t tell whether I was bored or helpless. Sometimes, I gave a roar to the wild grass, and the grass quietly turned green without any response. Only the Morning Glory beside the ridge quietly looked around at me. On a snowy morning, I went up the river with my Scyles and hemp ropes and villagers to cut firewood in dozens of miles of mountains. The way into the mountain is like a small river winding, the peaks turn around, my eyes are pulled by the river, and the sound of feet is twined by the sound of running water. A group of people were walking silently with Scyles hanging on one end of the pole. The cold light of the blade was taken away by running water. Straw shoes stepped on the grass and withered leaves on the gravel and marched towards a certain point far away from the village, the village was far away, and the barking of dogs was far away. The Haystack by the river looked back like a small dome of straw hat. When I bypassed the river bend, everything in the village disappeared, the river took me to a strange place. The River led me into the mountain. The intersection of mountain passes is the branch of several rivers, and a broad river presents majestic momentum in the steep mountains. For me, I have no intention to find the source of a small river when entering the mountain. I watched the first line of water flowing to my village, filled with gratitude for the river. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

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

If loving flowers is a kind of elegance, then cultivating flowers is a kind of cultivation. Some people love flowers because they grow flowers, but some people only grow flowers because they love flowers. Practice because of love; Experience because of love; Flowers bloom more brightly because of love. There are many people who raise flowers because they love flowers in this world. As far as I know, Mr. Lao She, who is also familiar with everyone, has such a kind of elegance because he loves flowers, so he raises flowers. Others may care about the precious and precious flowers, while Mr. Lao She only raises flowers for fun. Moreover, what Mr. Lao She raised were all kinds of flowers and plants that were easy to live and struggle. Moreover, Mr. Lao She raised flowers, not only watching by himself, but also inviting friends to come home to enjoy them together every time. Especially when the flowers and plants are branched, we should distribute the flowers to friends to plant them and share the fun in them. All these have made me deeply understand that flower cultivation is actually a person! A person who loves flowers must have a sincere heart. I still remember a story that Chrysanthemum was planted in a Taoist temple. Autumn is coming, the chrysanthemum in the courtyard, the chrysanthemum fragrance in the mountain and the smiling face in the courtyard. The villagers at the foot of the mountain smelt the fragrance of flowers and came one after another to see the beautiful scenery of chrysanthemum. After seeing it, every guest praised again and again, and when they left, they all asked the Taoist priest for chrysanthemum one after another, and the Taoist priest readily agreed. Therefore, you and he will soon lose the chrysanthemum in the Taoist temple. The Taoist priest asked the master angrily: why don’t you leave some? The Taoist priest stared at the village at the foot of the mountain and smiled and said: until next year, there will be Juxiang from mancun manzhai! The Taoist priest nodded thoughtfully after hearing this. This reminds me of such a sentence: give someone a rose and leave lingering fragrance in his hands. Isn’t this Taoist priest treating everyone around him with a broad and selfless heart? Love flowers in this way is also a realm! When Flower cultivation reaches this level, it is really a noble and rare cultivation! But there is also a person who likes to raise flowers, and his behavior is puzzling! Why do you say so? This also starts with the experience of one of my friends who love flowers. It was a gloomy morning, and the office was quiet. But when friends came in, the room suddenly became extremely lively. But the clear bustle is different from usual, because the voice of friends is unusually loud. Especially his gloomy face, which made me feel that my friend must be extremely angry. But why do friends who are always optimistic lose such a big temper? I have many doubts in my heart. When I really understood the reason of the matter, I truly realized the helpless mood of my friend. It turned out that a purple flower in my friend’s house was poached in the middle of the night. No wonder my friend who loves flowers is so sad. I heard from my friends that this purple flower has grown for many years. When it comes to the purple flowers full of trees, the fragrance of the yard. Neighbors all came to appreciate the fragrance of flowers, and each time they did not forget to praise them a lot. My friend’s eyes were shining when he said this. After hearing this, we were also very sad for him. Anyway, this flower and the family of friends have already been like relatives. How could this not make him sad? What is more painful is that there were people who stole flowers overnight, which is extremely hateful! Therefore, we really feel unfair for our friends, and we also feel sorry for that flower. Hey! Flowers are going to meet the bad Lord. If you really love flowers, but steal them, wouldn’t you disgrace your noble heart? But what shocked me even more was the following words of such an angry friend: it turned out that he found the house of the person who stole flowers following the traces of soil the next day. But my friend left silently. We all don’t understand why friends don’t rush into that door to find out the hateful man, beat him up, and figure out a sigh of relief. But angry friends always think for others. He said softly: they are all people who like flowers, not stealing. Forget it! Flowers bloom in everyone’s house is the same gorgeous! Having said that, more or less, we have heard that our friends are reluctant and helpless. But his tolerant heart made me admire him very much. Tolerance is good. But I don’t agree with the behavior of the person who stole flowers. What a good thing it was to love flowers! But stealing flowers has become a blasphemy to the soul. Love flowers can be explained to friends, it is good to ask friends! Why do you want to be a flower thief at midnight? This kind of behavior is really humiliating the personality of people who love flowers, isn’t it? Flowers are the symbol of elegance and the embodiment of beauty. Don’t let your actions insult the appearance of flowers. Don’t let your behavior insult your life! Loving flowers is a kind of elegance, and cultivating flowers is a kind of cultivation! Therefore, the flowers raised by heart will bloom more elegant and beautiful! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Loneliness is a disease

Every day, I went to class in plain clothes, shuttling back and forth alone in schools, fallen streets and small hotels where I lived. I lived in seclusion and was in the downtown, but lived a country-like life. Watching TV, listening to music and occasionally turning over Books are my days. Simple, free and boring. I don’t want to be close to others. It seems that I want to be alone, or just because of lack of confidence. Every time the landlady sees me, she says that you are such a good boy. She keeps herself in the house all day long. How about working hard? Oh, but she didn’t know. In fact, I almost fell asleep every day, even if I went to the roof to collect clothes every evening, feeling the cool wind and watching the neon lights on the other side of Xiangjiang River, I always feel loneliness that I have never felt before. Yes, even under the quiet night sky where everything seems to be about to stop, I still feel the weakness of my life, which is just a little bit, like a speck of dust floating in the world, like a Firefly with slight light under the night sky,. There is only one person in a small room, in that simple little world, I didn’t feel the noise from this city, close to the suffocating pressure, and didn’t feel that it was too empty for me to stand alone between heaven and earth. I remember when I was very young, I secretly climbed to the crossbeam of the mud house, looked at the sky quietly, and kept wondering whether it was my fairy sister who sent me to the Earth and when she would take me back, but wearing a white long coat, I walked away in a mist. It was just over, and I forgot it again, because I had a new game with my playmate, which attracted my attention. It was not until the next time my mother scolded me, or when she climbed up secretly alone at home that she would think of what I had been longing for last time. Now I think that at those times I am may be a little lonely. When I am lonely, as long as someone comes to accompany me, I will not feel it and forget it. Alone is not lonely. I didn’t know what loneliness was until I grew up and walked out of the countryside. Loneliness is that even if you are in the sea of people, you still feel that you are the only one standing in the world. No one can talk, talk and rely on. A woman once told me her story. She was wandering in the city. Because of loneliness, she wanted to find a man to comfort her, so she had to rely on her, he had a warm chest when he was sad and a comforting shoulder when he cried, but he was hurt in the end. Another boy told me that he was in a foreign land and found a woman to accompany him because of loneliness, thus he found the feeling of being like home, there was a gentle Dreamland in the boring life, and someone washed clothes, but in the end they found that they didn’t love her. Yes, it was just a love between two cold kittens, who were warm to each other under the attack of loneliness. Although we are lonely, it does not affect our normal life. People keep their inner loneliness, working, eating, making friends and shuttling through every corner of the city as usual. This is a free and commercial society. We just have a temporary intersection because of the freedom of production and sale of human beings. For example, I can tell the cashier of a certain store to pay the bill, but I would never greet a strange man or woman under the eaves of a coffee house. The reason is very simple, because I don’t know each other. This reminded me of my life when I went back to my hometown during the holiday. My mother told me that on every country road in that village, I had to say hello to everyone I met, even if only because he knew my father or mother, otherwise he would say that a child as big as me was impolite. Loneliness is a kind of disease, which originates from this city and growth. However, we have to live in the city, being forced to grow up, growing up day by day, taller and beautiful day by day; But we are lonely and lonely in our hearts. I accidentally saw a TV program called Fengyun in the sleepless night. I like a woman who is not beautiful but elegant, holding a guitar, she sang a nice song in a slightly hoarse voice. Her name was Cha Kexin. In this lonely city, I just hid myself in an unknown house. If you don’t look at the night sky outside the window, the sad or warm neon lights, and the people swimming in the red wine, you can only turn on the TV or radio to find a favorite channel when you lose sleep in the early morning, listen to clean music and beautiful thoughts. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Eager for a pair of poet’s eyes

When I started to read some extracurricular books, I was more interested in reading. I took the books of my eldest brother who was studying in normal school and read them casually. Although I didn’t understand much, the Tang and Song poems in the book, really unputdownable. Looking back now, I feel quite funny, but at that time, concentration was no different from fascination. Many bosses who are older than me laugh at me. They can’t recognize all the words. They also pay attention to reading these. Can they understand them? I twisted my neck stem and only said one word, understand! My eldest brother smiled, the meaning in silence was very clear, but I didn’t care at all. From then on, the words and lyrics that seem to understand or not, in the eyes of young purity, depict some touching world, and some emotions that cannot be expressed clearly, if there is nothing in the immature heart; after those words and songs and poems became lessons, when I went up the mountain to graze cattle, I laughed at the endless leisure and comfort, as if no one sang them for three times, with wrong words and other words, totally ignoring them, the blue sky, green trees, white clouds and flowing water in the eyes are all the same as described in the poem; Sometimes it is also very puzzling to think about how powerful people were born thousands of years ago, how can I see the scenery clearly? The more books you read, the more people you grow up. You have a new understanding of words and poetry, and a new understanding begins to follow the footprints of predecessors, writing something similar to poetry; No matter ancient style or new poetry, there are attempts, neither fowl nor fowl, and it is also a pleasure for oneself; Probably, the heart has distractions, which finally affects the study, compared with a group of ambitious students, gradually losing its luster and gloom. However, words and poems are one of the complex that cannot be abandoned in my heart. While reading, writing, after writing, I will read it again; Reading some poems and some theoretical words, there is always a bright feeling at the moment, reflecting on my own works, there is always a lack of charm and anger, so I can’t help asking why? After reading some books about creation consciously, I suddenly realized that people who love writing all have sharp eyes without exception, and they are good at being in the seemingly ordinary dribs and drabs, finding the beauty of life, catching the pleasant moment, and then brewing in the inner heart, wine-like, slowly fermented, the formed words will have such touching power, whether meaningful or sad, they are all real experiences and feelings from the bottom of the heart. Compared with the artificial or disease-free moaning words, there is a world of difference; Even if it is simple, there is still the power to impact the soul in simplicity. Every tapping, will a control. When I read fashion, I didn’t lack beauty, but eyes to discover beauty. All my doubts were solved immediately; The world around me revealed its elegance as always. The problem was that it got into our eyes, how much meaningful beauty can be found by our turbid eyes, and what kind of wording can be used to express and describe such elegance; Therefore, there are a pair of eyes that are good at discovering beauty, fixing beauty and longing for beauty, how important it is for a person who is fond of painting and poetry; Who doesn’t want to have a pair of deep eyes that can think and capture the breath of life in silence? In such eyes, the spark of thought is jumping in the Four Seasons. As long as it touches the heart and feelings, there will be a continuous poetic feeling, which is majestic and leaves to those who are willing to read, different emotions and unusual life chant. The poet’s eyes can look at the complexity of this all-inclusive world. Therefore, there are so many songs and poems flowing slowly in life, bringing thousands of emotions of the world, it stirs up a lot of wind and dust; There can be some sentimental feelings, or some slight resentment and shyness. Of course, there may also be indulgence in feeism, laughter and abuse, which may be graceful and romantic, making people imagine; The colors that should be in life, the charm that will not be missing in life will be expressed incisively and vividly, and more people and readers will appreciate the poet’s inner heart, inner emotions and even, through this pair of eyes, reflection on life and exploration of life are not limited. In these years, I touched Soo, wrote a lot of poems, and gained some gains in big and small competitions; This does not mean that I am a poet, at most, I am a super fan of poetry; but I am willing to observe the world around me with my own eyes and express my inner feelings and thoughts with my own words, even if it is some small emotions and some self-talk like chatter. This, it is also an expression of life, a kind of life sentiment that cannot be suppressed; No matter how good the poem is, if it lacks the nature of life, it can only be a word game, as a poem, expressing his heart by feeling the situation, expressing feelings and giving righteousness, but there is no need to have a pair of clear eyes to talk with the wind and things in the world. The eyes of poets are destined to grab spiritual sustenance from the world. They love poetry and naturally desire a pair of eyes of poets. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Beautiful worried about

There are always too many concerns in life. Parents care about children, old people care about children, men care about women, wife care about husband care is an invisible red silk thread, invisible, touch; Care is deep affection, deep love; caring is a continuous knot of heart and a silent poem. Care is not born. Generally speaking, underage children don’t know much about it. Even if you are an adult and go to college, it is hard to understand the feeling of caring. I remembered that when I was 18 years old, I left my hometown to study in the city. My mother sent me to the bus station outside Wuli Road for a ride. It was already over 1 o’clock in the afternoon, and the car hadn’t arrived yet. My mother was afraid that I was hungry, so she hurried into the restaurant and bought some steamed stuffed buns for me with the few cents left after buying the ticket. I took the steamed stuffed bun passed by my mother, and it was wiped out just a few times. After I finished eating, I realized that my mother was still hungry. Before getting on the bus, my mother told me to wear cotton shoes when it was cold and not to let my feet suffer frostbite; She also asked me to fight for the villagers, study hard and serve the motherland. When the car started, my mother stood beside the car and waved to me. I saw my mother’s eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t think so. I felt very happy in my heart, because I finally went to the city to go to college, and finally I no longer worked in front of the loess back to the earth like my ancestors. I felt relaxed. My mother’s tears didn’t affect me too much. Later I realized that it was my mother’s concern for her son. In town reading, whenever summer and winter vacation home, mother happily from ear to ear. He asked me this and that. Sometimes I asked too many questions, so I complained: Mom, don’t worry about me. I am no longer a child. My mother smiled and said: This kid has really grown up. At that time, when I was young, I didn’t understand my parents’ nagging, which was just a little concerned. Later, when I was a husband and a father, I truly realized the meaning of caring. My son has been in high school for three years in No. 1 Middle School of Yueyang county. To say that the journey is not very long, he still cares too much about his son. Every Sunday, we took a bus to visit the child, brought him some fruits, accompanied him to have a meal, and sometimes put some money in his pocket. Later, my son went to college in Lanzhou, and I called him every weekend, asking him if he was not used to living in the northwest and whether the money was enough or not? In the autumn of the year before last, when hearing that my son fell down when he was in PE class, his face was badly hurt, and he did not wash his face for half a month, his parents felt really sour. My son has been in college for two and a half years. After several winter and summer vacations, his wife can’t stop talking. His son is a little unhappy when he listens too much. Sometimes he has to contradict his mother for a few words: you are finished, I am a college student, do you still want me to eat and dress? I laughed secretly aside. My son is just like the nagging I used to treat my mother. I appreciated my wife’s concern for my son, and at the same time, I also understood his dissatisfaction with my mother. Because he is still young, he is still a child, he lacks life experience, and he doesn’t know the concern of adults. When he was mature, when he was a husband and a father, he really understood what care was, and he also had little care for his relatives in his heart. A few years ago, a song named “the one who cares about you is me” once made singer Gao Linsheng famous overnight. This song has a beautiful melody, like a song or a complaint, which resonates strongly with the vast audience. Many years later, this song was still singing in the streets. Perhaps it is this song that expresses the aspirations of many people that makes them have such strong vitality. One concern, one feeling, one concern, one story, concern is the continuous pain in the soul! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…