The warmest rays of sunshine

It was expected that the steep rain and wind dragged the skirt of the first cold, and stayed in the waste heat of this summer for two days of cool and refreshing. This morning, I suddenly saw the warm and warm sun pass, and there was an illusion as if I had passed away. Walking lazily on the Bluestone Road of the campus, looking up through the gap of the fingertips, the totally implicit and restrained light, the bright and universal light, without any dazzling suspicion, the sunshine and the circulating melody spread in my mind layer by layer, which makes people slow down unconsciously —— the exquisite red of the grass on the roadside at dusk drew closer eyes, I was delighted to open the grass and found that they were several wild strawberries. The small and exquisite strawberry fruits were covered by green around, sucking the smell of sunshine and blooming the vitality of life, it has a sense of red flowers and green leaves. I squatted on the roadside carefully and took several photos. The more I saw, the more lovely the elf was. I was a little worried when I was delighted. This strawberry was so clear that I was afraid that it would be regarded as Acacia by many people, it is hard to escape the fate of many emperors, so I quickly gathered the grass and left. I sincerely hope that everyone can enjoy the attitude and do not pick it at will! At this warm and quiet time, the warmest rays of sunshine lit up my mood through the touch of nature, which reminded me of a poem by Mr. Yu Guangzhong I just read recently, this situation and this scene were so close to each other. I wonder if this is the sense of history that Mr. Yu often mentioned! “The thinnest Twilight” the mountain, the sea and the setting sun all held my breath at the moment. I unconsciously created a big ball rolling towards the east. How did it turn into a night? Why can’t a line of wrinkles be found at the joint? The vast twilight has been ambushed outside the pine forest of heiqiu. The spectrum is magically spinning on the wall to forge gold and refine red, A handful of charms burnt into purple gray, leaving only a slight cyan fading slowly. Is this the ceremony of Yin-Yang reincarnation? Who arranged this luxurious ceremony and gave all the surprised eyes below at dusk? Quiet Hour, this is, comforting hour, lowering your head, turning back all traitors, all prodigal sons, all helpless atheists, objects are thrown to the ground this is the time when everything is withdrawn. My heart is a lonely city without fear. Four gates and eight roads are open to the thinnest Twilight in ancient and modern times. Moving quietly and easily A song “homesickness” written by Mr. Zhou after occupying that year, the light tone leaves the seeds of words in our life with strong sorrow. We remember that besides Xi Murong, the representative writer of nostalgia poems also has such a leading figure. A closer approach was a digest recommended by a friend. One of the articles “listen to the cold rain” was attracted at one glance, so in such a busy high school career, mr. Yu was marked in his mind with the label of a literary master. Now I re-read the collection of Mr. Yu’s classic works, and the feeling of familiarity and kindness echoed in my chest again. I smiled and told my friends to read Mr. Yu’s prose, the neat sense of rhythm always makes people have the passion of speech. Every word is colored glaze, sonorous and depressing. For example, half carats of malachite, 1/7 of Topaz fan pendant, 1‰ carats of blood-born agate, diamond mine under Pangu axe, astronomy does not play one thousandth. The Milky Way winds with sensitive nerves, covering each other from beginning to end, spreading high-speed and exquisite touch. The star valve in the South Sky is warm and prominent with its light flag, mr. Yu was really trained in the stove of Chinese characters. I think the reason why this little poem touches the mind is not only the ingenuity of writing, but also a familiar feeling. Maybe each of us once had such experience: my heart is a lonely city without craving/four gates and eight roads open to the thinnest Twilight in ancient and modern times/Quietly/easily occupy it. Yes, the vast sea, the slim sky, even if the heart is toward the ancient and modern, aiming at Ling Yun, but always the simplest essential things in life can be easily captured. There is no fence in the real heart, and there is always a original intention to pursue and discover beauty, just like the joy brought by these strawberry fruits found today. I believe I had this feeling before, it made me feel happy, so my heart was occupied by those strawberry fruits quietly and easily at this quiet time, just as Mr. Yu fell in love with the thinnest twilight. In fact, is there a moment when you feel familiar? Maybe it’s just a very common thing that will evoke the feeling of deja have before. You are familiar with the current time to stop, the past years travel back and forth in the same dimension, which makes you feel in a trance instantly, it seemed to be able to smell the breath of each other at that time. Even though it was fleeting, it still made my mind lengthen in the past year. The outline of memory is always clear in the feeling, guiding you to pick up the left in the basket. From prosperity to silence, no matter what kind of mood you feel on the way, there will always be a waiting, or familiar throbbing or unfamiliar warmth. Therefore, when we meet strangers and get familiar with each other, we all choose to believe in deja have met each other, and then stand quietly in the tunnel of time, hoping to get familiar with each other again, without any explanation. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Filial piety in front of the bed (on)

My eighty-year-old mother fell ill and had been ill for many days. When I received a call from my younger sister Liping and learned that my mother was ill, I waved to a taxi anxiously and hurried to my parents’ home in Lianghu town in the south of the city at night. When I entered the door, I saw my mother lying on the bed with her body bent and her hair was disheveled and her face was sallow. My nose was sour and tears couldn’t help rolling down from my eyes. I inquired about my mother’s condition and treatment. My mother had been suffering from low fever, feeling chest tightness, and couldn’t breathe. Although she went to Lianghu health center and hung up salt water for several days, she didn’t see any better. I called my sister to discuss that I must find a good doctor to thoroughly investigate my mother and treat her well. In addition, I decided to find another hourly worker to serve and take care of my parents for our three sisters at ordinary times. The expenses were shared equally among the three sisters. On Monday morning, August 13th, I got up early and arrived at my parents’ home in Lianghu town. I helped my faltering mother out of the old house and sat on the back seat of the car parked outside. My mother always suffers from carsickness. She is most afraid of taking a car and she will feel dizzy.? It happened that my sister also suffered from carsickness. She knew a folk prescription, which was to cut a piece of ginger and stick it on her wrist to prevent carsickness. The sun in summer and autumn is still so hot and dazzling, and the weather is still so hot, even without a trace of wind. My nephew drove us to Dongguan health center. With my mother’s arms as thin as firewood, I walked on the steps in front of the crowded hospital outpatient building. My mother’s arms were weak and loose, which seemed to be the cotton wool which had been used for years without any soft and tension. When I held her, I seemed to feel the breath of dying life, A bad feeling hit my heart. However, her steps were so stumbling that I could never see the figure of the production team standing upright and growing vegetables freely beside the big pond of MI’s family after working for a day. Looking at my mother’s thin face and white hair flying in the wind, I felt my eyes bloated and my mouth felt bitter. I felt very sad in my heart. The mother in my memory was dignified and generous. She was a very beautiful urban pretty girl in Shanghai when she was young. She was always thin and slim in fashionable words. My mother is not very strong, but she is a strong and capable woman. In the era of agricultural learning in Dazhai, when the production team took part in collective labor, although the body was thin and small, it was very vigorous to do physical work, no matter it was physical labor such as picking, carrying, pulling, etc, she could hold it, and she was good at everything. Even though my waist is sore and my back is painful, even if I can’t do what I want, I will never be lazy, and I will never be willing to lag behind others. I will only exert more strength and sweat more than others. Mother’s labor attendance rate is no less than that of men, and her hardworking spirit is recognized by many members. At home, my mother also carried water to sweep the floor, cooked and washed clothes, raised chickens and fed pigs, served the elderly and raised children. Day after day, year after year, she endured hardships without complaint or regret! My mother silently supported the extremely warm Yu family with this weak body, supporting a happy blue sky for our three children until we grew up and left the nest like birds. My mother’s beautiful image has been deposited in my heart, accompanying me through every wandering day. But now, I suddenly felt some kind of fear and secret pain Twining my heart, which made me dare not look directly at my mother in front of me. There are a lot of people in Dongguan hospital, and people come and go. I settled my mother on the waiting chair first, and let her watch. My mother was tired, sitting on the rows of blue plastic hard chairs at the end of the corridor, waving to me feebly, as if she had no strength to speak. I hurried to the president’s office. When I opened the door on the third floor, President Zhang Jianming was sitting in front of the spacious desk busy. Although the old classmates had not seen each other for many years, I still didn’t want to be polite at all. I came straight to the point and said, “If you have nothing to do, you I am come to seek medical treatment! I want President Zhao to see my mother. Zhang Jianming, the president of Dongguan health center, is the attending doctor of surgery, while Zhao Pengfei, the vice president, is the attending doctor of internal medicine. They have cooperated with each other for many years, making the hospital prosperous. You can see that the long queue of people in the outpatient hall is the best witness! After hearing the introduction of my illness, President Zhang immediately called President Zhao who was sitting in the clinic. In a hurry, I didn’t even say a word of thanks, just three feet and take two steps. Hurry downstairs! I asked others about the position of president Zhao in the clinic Hall, and then helped my mother to walk there stumbling. Fortunately, there were not many patients in the clinic where President Zhao was sitting. My mother was sitting in the outpatient room. I stared at my mother’s dishevelled white hair and slightly painful face. A sense of sadness surged from the bottom of my heart. I turned my back and tears had blurred my sight. At this time, I was really ashamed, regretful for my negligence, and deeply guilty for not caring for my mother well in daily life! I waited patiently for the patients in front of me to finish reading. Then I said to President Zhao: I am the family member of the patient whom President Zhang called just now. President Zhao, you may have forgotten who I am? But I dare not forget you. You saved my life many years ago. That year I got acute jaundice hepatitis, is you for the 19 yuan of a prescription cure me and I am 5% survivors. After hearing this, President Zhao remembered this matter and said very politely: that’s your fate! President Zhao and I exchanged a few simple greetings. After a few words, President Zhao began to ask about my mother’s illness, but my mother faced the detailed inquiry from president Zhao, mother’s answer seemed to be dull, and she was a little deaf when she was old and hard to hear. Sometimes the answer was simply irrelevant. Fortunately, President Zhao was very experienced and patient. President Zhao raised his head again and again to consult me standing aside with his eyes. I told him: according to the doctor’s diagnosis and treatment in Lianghu health center, what diseases did my mother suffer from? Frozen shoulder and tracheitis, since the treatment started on August 6th until today, I have been given medicine and the salt water has been hung up for many days, but my condition has not improved. The doctors in Lianghu health center even told us to transfer to hospital for treatment. President Zhao measured my mother’s blood pressure and heat first. He also picked up a stethoscope and made a careful auscultation on my mother’s chest and chest. Then I asked my mother to go to the radiology department opposite to me to take X-rays. President Zhao went to greet the radiologist in person and asked them to take photos first. I asked my nephew Jiongjiong to help my mother take photos first, and then I queued up in the hall to pay the price. After finishing the routine examination, President Zhao carefully looked at the X-ray photos and the examination results. After confirming that his mother’s health was not serious, he told me: Your mother has low blood pressure and a little inflammation in her lungs. Hearing the diagnosis result of President Zhao, my Hanging Heart finally fell to the ground, and the unknown fear in my heart suddenly dispersed. I thanked President Zhao repeatedly in a hurry. In order not to toss the elderly back and forth on the road, and for convenience, I asked to hang salt water in Lianghu health center on the spot. So President Zhao gave a prescription, and I only got some medicine in Dongguan health center. When I walked out of the clinic, I told the diagnosis result of President Zhao and stared at my mother confusedly. After that, my nephew and I helped my mother walk out of the outpatient building of Dongguan health center and boarded the bus to go home. The car galloped eastward along the broad national highway 329. The sun was shining outside, and the traffic on the road was like a shuttle. My nephew was driving in the front seat, while my mother and I were sitting in the back row. I held the cushion on my mother’s head with one hand, my body nestled beside my mother, my beloved person in this world. Although my mother was still so weak, I felt so happy in my heart. To be honest, parents love their children wholeheartedly and selflessly. However, our children always use busy as an excuse to avoid the possibility of getting along with their parents; Leaving them two old, watching TV alone and spending day after day. We cannot understand some things when we are young, but when we understand, we are no longer young and cannot make up for the biggest loss of life. The ancients had a poem saying: who spoke of the inch of grass, and reported the three Chunhui. I’m going to go took father’s responsibility, good accompany Mother days, bed filial. I think, even if this is the case, even if the filial children can’t repay their parents’ kindness 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…

Autumn night sigh chant

I heard the nightingale’s song from the corner through the thick shielding. The music score was made by the Cold Dew. The night dispersed and occupied the land of light. I also melt, because, looking left and right, I can’t find out whether the shadow following the shape is still following. In the seclusion and darkness, like the sound of bamboo meat, it swam from the deep place and penetrated the diaphragm of the heart secretly. Only by holding your breath can you feel it. Tonight is a moonless night. Therefore, sadness and sorrow are as diffuse as the night. Wu Weng had a deep thought, but he couldn’t sleep. But we can’t find corresponding ways to pick up the gains and losses of our hearts. The so-called bamboo slips and volumes, without the words of awakening, can pronounce, echo the sound of the brain, dredge the stagnation of thoughts. In the dark ink paint, the unceasing worm didn’t listen to me. Its sound and sound were like small serfs, and the seclusion which made the night back and forth was scattered, and become the component of breathing. Even though the star of the sky, the weak sight, can not clearly understand my operating mood at this moment. This is how to calculate the future livelihood. Far-reaching things become more profound, just as the vagueness in memory is as profound as the clear reality in front of us; Things close at hand, in the category of feeling, use magnetic force similar to magnet to operate, it is the same as the feeling, the sense of language is the same, you can find or say it without thinking. Therefore, it was not very paralysed. Some elements of wakefulness, some active psychological images, or the lingering fragrance of the flower of Yao Yao, gave me a kind of spiritual hint. Walking and stopping, looking up and overlooking can all obtain beneficial properties and organize a pair of light ink freehand brushwork. If so, my own voice, for the penetration of the night, there are still traces that are not easy to wipe. In vain, looking for shining colors and whitewashing those words unable to appeal in the dense silence. Because these words have been soaked in the night, even falling off, losing the radicals or radicals, being scattered and disorderly, and escaping from the original. On this night, even if we can collect all the parts of the word, it is difficult to restore the original appearance, persuade all the memories or prove all the memories with accurate order. I thought: if the night is pure, then all sleepless guests will be lucky. On the night of cleaning, if it comes out of the spring at the beginning of the mountain, what’s the harm of not sleeping here? Who is in charge of the key of the night? The thick ink color immersed in the story, while the protagonist in the story covered his face. Weak movements encroach upon the starlight. The Ashes are attached to the lowest dumb voice and dissociated in the state of ghost. The wild spirit engulfed the faint of the night, which was also like a slender vine, pulling the plain clothes of the newly widowed woman. The extremely weak Firefly seemed to talk about the ancient books of the night, but still followed the logic of the night and fell asleep. The hanging of the night was decorated with bottomless expanse, and the Demons were singing Mingyin with their wings darker than the night, and the shadows danced with all their fangs naked. The Heaven is also empty, just the singing and dancing of the immortal class. In the curtain of clouds, in the curtain of fog, all orders seem to be reconstructed. All the colors are out of shape and shadow, returning to the deep layer of the night, and brewing again. This is not an illusion! All the lying and lying lips began to decay. All the evil hands were chained. The Sound of Music and the color of flowers pervade the landscape. Nature is depicting nature, and everyone has a pure heart, happy or quiet. They love each other and need each other; They work day by day and have a rest under the moon. Who can deny the function of time? In addition to laying a deep mark on you and me, time has also carved the epitaph of the living inadvertently. Growth is not a happy thing. When the prominent pictograph and the shrill roar came out, the raw eardrum unexpectedly accepted the fierce shock. If so, my heart suffers from the symptoms of palpitation. The unstable blood transmits this fear to every cell. My introspection has no effect. What do you do if you can’t see yourself and don’t know yourself? Hearing but not seeing, seeing but not hearing, such a one-way, such a incomplete process, can not get the already very stingy reality gift. Hungry, hungry, thirsty, let it lose weight. The simplicity of the Weng seems to be unable to understand the spring and autumn contained in a leaf. At this time, although I could not see the gaunt of the leaves, I could detect the weakness of the leaves, which could not keep a little Crag sound and hold a hint of youthful color. Even if you stand like a thin bamboo, you can’t be familiar with how many years of vicissitudes a cloud can bear. The light of stars is also like waking up or not. Unwillingly, its flying like feathers finally lost its weight, and rested on the surface of creatures, covered with a thin layer. Is it God’s advice? Cool and cold, long, all the veins are infected. The faint fantasy then melted into the Tour of juice. The night becomes a little cold because of its slight coolness. The vocal cavity of autumn insects is less transparent, and there is always stagnation between twists and turns, and there is not enough energy to pass through all the barriers of the night. Therefore, intermittently, like a person who is afraid of the cold and lacks clothes, shivering. Wu Weng didn’t want to talk, and he had nothing to say. Black and White in eyes, right and wrong in heart. They are connected organically. Wu Weng may spend his whole life, unable to interpret the most original black and white, turn it into the motto of cautious life, and let right and wrong choose. Under the sky, there is no voice of sage. All of them are the sense of corresponding objects and the result of harmonic objects. Experience is the fruit of the flower of nature. In fact, right and wrong are both cause and effect; All right and wrong are caused by yes but not, and are not. I wonder if what miweng said is absurd? Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Chinese music and folk music

Today is the 91th birthday of the Communist Party of China. The major media of TV, network, newspapers and periodicals make songs, sing and dance, and rise to peace, from the central government to the people, so that they can receive joy, be attentive, and sing poems, with songs as dance, how can we ordinary people be bosom friends but not happy! Therefore, we have the aspiration of national music and folk music. Every sound comes from the human heart, the movement of the human heart, and the object makes it clear. It is moved by the object, so it is shaped by the sound, and the sound is corresponding, so the sound is generated, listening to the sound and enjoying it. The musician is born by the sound, and its essence lies in the heart and the feeling of things. That’s why: If you feel sad, your voice will be killed; If you feel happy, your voice will be relieved; If you feel happy, your voice will be scattered; for those who feel angry, their voices are coarse and fierce; For those who respect their hearts, their voices are straight and incorruptible; For those who feel love, their voices are gentle, and six are not sexual, move after feeling things. Therefore, rites are used to guide their ambitions, music is used to keep up with their voices, politics is used to suppress their actions, and punishment is used to prevent them from being raped. Rites, music, punishments and politics are also very consistent, therefore, we are happy to rule the Tao with the support of the people. The voice is the one who gives birth to the heart. The emotion moves in the heart, the voice is beyond the expression, and the voice becomes the heart. That’s why: the voice of governing the world is happy, and its politics is harmonious; The voice of troubled times is angry, and its politics is good; The voice of subjugation is mournful, and its people are sleepy, and the way of voice is connected to government decrees. The one who speaks is born in the heart, the one who is happy, and the one who is born in ethics. Therefore, those who know the sound but don’t know the sound, the Beast is also; Those who know the sound but don’t know the music, the common people are also. Only a gentleman can know his happiness, so he judges his voice as a bosom friend, judges his voice as an intellectual, and judges his music as an intellectual. Therefore know sound the not with words sound, not zhi yin zhe is not to speak and music, know joy been said about in Li Yi. Both rites and music can be said to be virtuous, and those who are virtuous can also be obtained. Life is quiet, the nature of Heaven is also moving when feeling things, and the praise of sex is also. Etiquette and people’s hearts, music and people’s voice, the government will do it, the punishment will prevent it, the rites and music punishment and the government will not go against each other, then the King will be prepared. Great joy in harmony between heaven and earth, great gift in the same festival between heaven and earth. And, so all things are not lost; Festival, so sacrifice heaven and sacrifice Earth. In this way, we love each other in the world. The musician is the harmony of heaven and earth; The rites are the order of Heaven and Earth. And, so all things are unified; Order, so all things are different. Music is made by heaven, and the land is cut by courtesy. If it is made, it will be chaotic, and if it is made, it will be violent. Love of joy, love of joy, rites and pleasures are given to gold and stone, and the more they are given to mountains and rivers, the more they are used to enjoy with the people. Therefore, the original temperament of the former king, the etiquette of the system, and the harmony of Qi, the journey of the five virtues, make it Yang but not scattered, Yin but not dense, rigid but not angry, soft but not scared, all sides can be smoothly handed over to the middle and attack outside, and all of them can settle down without seizing each other, so they are optimistic. If the soil is covered, the grass and trees are not long; If the water is annoying, the fish and turtle are not big; If the gas is weak, the biology will be sterile; If it is in troubled times, the etiquette will be wasted and the pleasure will be delighted. Therefore. Therefore, knowing the way of etiquette and happiness, there is no difficulty in the world. Poems express their ambitions; Songs sing their voices, dance and move their expressions. The three are born in the heart, and then the joy is followed. It is because of deep love and civilization, and the spirit is filled with vigor and spirit. People who enjoy themselves in the country should not enjoy themselves with entertainment, pleasure and desire, and govern their desire. The teacher who is positive starts from the sound, and the sound is correct, so the musician is turbulent in the blood, flowing through the spirit and the heart. It makes people hear the voice of righteousness, watch the courtesy of dignity, show respect and speak the way of benevolence and righteousness. People say that there is no evil and no music in their hearts all day long. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…

Bellows

Blacksmiths went to sea one after another, but the once used air box was still there. Or store it at home, or give it to relatives and friends, at least the air box still exists. I am not a blacksmith’s family identity, and I have never learned to play Iron. However, whether you are a blacksmith or not, you can own a sandbox. Because the blacksmith is a man who has been tempered, knowing what is the world and fairness, he will not monopolize the market and occupy the air box. The shadow of the air box is a watercolor painting. It comes to my mind all the time, and the engraved cone sticks on the soul: it will not sink when floating on the water, and will not fall when hanging on the wall. The wind box, sometimes full green clothes and sometimes simple copper incense, but she has a shortcoming that can’t be changed-lazy and lying on her back; The wind box, sometimes round waist and thick neck, sometimes small and exquisite, but she has a unique characteristic that others can’t own-loud voice and sensational. Sometimes, it makes iron blush and water burst into laughter. The air box sometimes provides convenience for the mouse; The mouse camps his home and lives in her belly. If someone uses the sandbox to pull her hands and feet at this time, the mouse will undoubtedly be unlucky. That is: the mouse lives in the air box — both ends are angry. In fact, in this world, not only mice will suffer from anger, but also we human beings will suffer from anger, but the time, place, occasion, method and degree of suffering are different. Whether you get rich or not, whether you become an official or not. Life is a sandbox, even a sandbox is life. What kind of materials are used to make the air duct of life? Description — barrel is the rule of society or life, the bottom is all kinds of economic interests and power system, and the bottom is all kinds of real life difficulties. The people who make and control the air box are often not and cannot be themselves but others. Their control method is very clever-first give you some sweetness to taste, and then set some unreasonable so-called rules for you: let you neither go up nor down. The distribution of nutritious meals for rural schools was originally stipulated by the national policy and should be followed. However, some local governments seek power for personal gains and try to find some reasons to prevaricate the delay. Especially for rural private schools, this school is often not established by the state and is not included in the distribution of nutritious meals. If, of course, just say if. If this statement is correct and is the decree of the country, then why should the local government vigorously publicize and develop private education? If the reason for this statement is sufficient and necessary, then the rural children who can only study in private schools are not rural children. That may be the fate of rural children?! Let the air box disappear quickly! Blacksmiths also went to sea one after another. What’s the use of keeping it? Where can I see a happy song in life when the air box is hung up?! 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…

Stolen chapters of a one hour

It is three o’clock in the afternoon, no wind, no rain and no sunny day. I am alone in the open and quiet library Hall. There are small round tables and simple chairs in log color, and small and lovely green plants are placed on the table. Put down the exhaustion and the inner boredom, and look at the emptiness and spring outside the window quietly. A flower tree with purple and white colors is something I have never seen before. Those radish flowers that open in brown-red soil are shiny. There was a car passing by hurriedly, and the sound of dogs came. An old farmer was also seen walking slowly with pig grass and firewood. Here is the edge of the city, and also the treasure land for self-seeking. Perhaps only in such a place can the impetuous heart get a moment of peace. This is my first time to come here, which is a little different from my imagination. There was neither the bustle of people coming and going, nor the crowded seats. There is no modern electronic equipment to realize self-borrowing, and even not many books. There are few books in the borrowing room and few books in the literature area. There are some novels, proses and poems, but what I want to read may not be found, and what I find may not be what I like. I casually took two proses and an interesting exchange diary. There are not many kinds of magazines and newspapers in the reading room, and the number is also very small. Because of the reason that it was just decorated soon, the smell was pungent, and it was difficult to open my eyes after browsing several magazines in a hurry. I went downstairs to the area I liked, sat quietly, read the borrowed books, and found myself hungry. I thought it would be better if there was a cup of tea and a piece of bread. I like quietness, such a quiet place and simple prose. It is probably that I am empty-minded, unable to hold too many things, and unable to put myself in a noisy and complicated environment. I like life like short prose, which is clean and simple, fresh and natural, but the true feelings flow and intriguing. Without the thick and huge novels, without the elegance and difficulty of poetry. Yes, just a natural, a calm. If you get a period of leisure time and feel a kind of beauty, you will get a little happiness and a little satisfaction. The world is so big and time is so fast, I just want to stop my steps. It is said that the sound of flowers is like beautiful music, that life in spring can dance in the sun, and that as long as we are quiet enough, we can hear our hearts talking with ourselves, it is said that we can find an omnipotent language by listening to our own voices, and we can communicate and talk with everything around us. Then, let me calm down, stretch my body, put my hands flat, close my eyes and find the world that belongs to me. Now, at four o’clock in the afternoon, I should go home. Thank you for the small world of the library, for the hour that belongs to me, for the spring scenery outside the window, and for all the beauty. I will come again to the place where books are popular. I will listen to the voice of my heart. Busy life, I will be happy! 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…