Farewell Yichang literary world

The moderator of Yichang literary world on han.com is my first moderator on the Internet. I am senior netizen of Donghu Community. I saw the hometown forum —– Honghu Forum has been posted zero for many days. The old moderator did not serve the netizens for many days, and the advertising posts of the forum were not deleted. My own condition is higher than that of some on-the-job moderators in Donghu Community, so I recommended myself to be the moderator of Honghu Forum. One month passed, two months passed, and three months passed. Unexpectedly, my application was not approved, and there was no manager giving me a reason. I snubbed. For the netizens who support me, the moderators of other forums are very disappointed and sigh why it is so difficult for me to apply for a moderator. One of my friends told me that the reason why I couldn’t be the moderator of Honghu forum was that I once published a report criticizing Honghu on the Internet. I very regretful. I sent a criticism report of my hometown practically and realistically. The hometown forum did not allow me to be the moderator. Isn’t this the contemporary literary inquisition? I wrote an essay “Random Thoughts of bamboos”. My brother Lin Shen, who was born with an Empress, cried for me and didn’t fall asleep all night. In fact, the forum moderator is just a volunteer. I want to dedicate myself to my hometown. I didn’t expect that the forum in my hometown won’t accept this feeling. Don’t use me here, otherwise use me. Just when Donghu Community didn’t approve me to be the moderator of Honghu Forum, the literary world of Yichang on Hanwang was eclectic and extended an olive branch to me and asked me to be a bamboos. Yuanchen, Lin Shen and Shu Shuishu, two teachers highly value me. The process of my registration in the literary world of Yichang was quite dramatic. I wrote an essay “resurrection”. I when moderators are big girl sedan chair first time, no experience. I am sure to be the essence of the post “five cruel words in one’s life. Senior Moderator brother Xu Bin pointed out in time that my essence Post was wrong, and I corrected it immediately. A netizen sent a word, and Yuan Chen replied to a word. I replied, singing and singing. Yuanchen always said to me, brother, you didn’t look carefully. I am ashamed that my reply was improper. Eat a cut, grow a wisdom. Driven by the education of teachers and friends, I gradually matured and became a bamboos skillfully. In the literary world of Yichang, there was an earthquake after I became a moderator. Several senior moderators resigned and left their posts one after another. Although I was promoted to the director of literature, the burden on my shoulder was heavy. I was the only one who managed the literary world for more than half a year. I have to write and post original posts myself. I am tired and lonely, but I never neglect. I must read every post and reply every post. Until the spring of this year, brother Xu bin and I adjusted the literary moderators of Yichang, and replaced all the moderators who had not been in the literary world for a long time and squatted in the pit without shit. Brother Xu Bin posted in the literary world of Yichang, open recruitment moderator. Brother Xu Bin found 3 new moderators, and I recommended 2 new moderators. The literary world has changed its fresh blood. 5 New moderators whether work ability, work attitude are excellent, Yichang literary rising water, Literary Arena appeared a new-look. It is impossible to run a literary world without a correct leader of the first edition, and without the unity of the moderator. In the first half of this year, there were over 10,000 posts and over 4,000 themes in the literary world of Yichang, which were obtained by the right leader of Xu Bin’s first edition and the unity of the moderators. After getting along with each other for a long time, I have established deep friendship with the moderators of Yichang literary world. The first version brother Xu Bin is my teacher and brother, who always encourages me. I applied to join Wuhan Writers Association, and brother Xu Bin posted a post to strongly recommend me. As a member of Writers Association of Hubei province, brother Xu Bin applied to join the Writers Association of Wuhan in order to successfully join the Writers Association of Wuhan, fearing that I might fail to apply for an indicator for me. Brother Xu bin and I met at Fengxiang Island lake island culture forum [Fengxiang island ecological tour] in Caidian District, Wuhan city. We finally came to the reality from the Internet. Before I went to Fengxiang Island, brother Xu Bin was afraid that I couldn’t encourage me again and again for objective reasons. We broke up, bientot. Just when I worked smoothly in the literary world of Yichang and had a good relationship with others, the general Edition group of Hanwang posted a post “The future of Xiangyang literary world” on August 5. The first edition of Xiangyang literary world is still vacant. I replied to a post on the evening of August 18. This was the third program that the general Edition team looked for the first edition of Xiangyang literary world. On the last day when other moderators recommended themselves, I took the initiative to stand out and accept the selection of the general Edition team, if I can pass the exam, I will voluntarily serve as the first edition of Xiangyang literary world. My sense of responsibility couldn’t bear to see that the general Edition team also entered the next program with the vacancy of the first edition of Xiangyang literary world. I was reluctant to leave Yichang literary world, brother Xu Bin and other moderators. Because in principle, Hanwang could not serve as multiple moderators, I resigned from the post of Yichang literary moderator. I can only bid farewell to the literary world of Yichang, brother Xu Bin, the first edition of lilac without words, the cold-looking Xiangyang, Yang Desheng, why moderator, for the sake of our common Hanwang, I hope everyone can understand. I will often go back to the literary world of Yichang to see it. The literary world of Yichang is my first home in han.com, and I also hope that my partners will visit Xiangyang literary world more often, and post replies, support Xiangyang literary world a lot. 2012-8-24 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. 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I don’t know much about this monk, even his name is not clear. All the fragments about him were heard from my grandfather. When my grandfather was alive, he would make a few abacus when he had nothing to do, and that Abacus had been with him for many years. My grandfather said that few people in the village had studied in private schools in the past, and only the father and son who worked in the county finance bureau were good at calculating. One day, a white Monk came from somewhere and lived in the big bell temple in the south of the village. Ringing the bell to chant Buddha in the daytime and gathering the young people in the village in the evening, telling them something about the anti-Japanese War, teaching them to recognize some words and how to calculate. It was at that time that my grandfather and another man learned to calculate. When I was a teenager, my grandfather often tested me on some arithmetic questions. What could I measure a well by rope? The rope is more than three feet folded, less than four feet folded, how many feet deep is the well, and how many feet long is the rope? And other similar problems. When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, it would take less effort to solve these problems. After I learned XYZ in the first grade of junior high school, it would be easy to solve these problems. These arithmetic questions were probably taught to my grandfather by that Monk in those years. My grandfather could also write a good flyhead small script, which was also very rare in our village, and he learned it at that time. Later, my grandfather and they knew that monks were anti-Japanese. Once, when the monks were having a meeting in another village, they were surrounded by little Japanese devils. The monks were shot on their legs when they ran over the wall. They fell down and were caught and killed by the Devils. In the temple where the monk lived, there used to be a big clock. When the clock rang, it could be clearly heard 50 or 60 miles away. According to the old people, in 1996, Yangyan River, a tributary of Hutuo River, flooded our whole village. After the flood, the temple disappeared, and the clock was washed to somewhere by the flood. In my memory, there was a lot of water accumulated in that place, and there were often two geese that a family got from somewhere swimming around. When talking about the flood, some elderly people in the village would say with pity: the sound of that clock can spread far and far! I want to say something more about this monk. On the one hand, what I heard was just a few words. On the other hand, I didn’t know what to say if I had something in my heart. Although it is located in a remote place and in a subtle way, its heart is indifferent and broad. Be faithful and responsible for the country. After the breeze, there is no fragrance left. It is also another realm of Buddhism! Here we have to copy a few more words “Huainanzi. Speaking of mountain training: Orchid is born in the Valley, not for Mo Fu but not Fang; The boat is in the river and sea, not for Mo Cheng but not floating; The gentleman acts righteousness, I didn’t stop for unknown reasons and reluctantly expressed my endless meaning to this monk who didn’t leave a name. 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…