ba yue Peter Shore

A PHOTOALBUM this is my first photo album. Online shopping, dark blue cover, yellow petals intertwined with black shading. It reminds me of the crimson clouds which were crumpled like silk threads in the evening sky. It has collected 200 photos of two years of college, each of which is a story. Therefore, I always like taking photos. Raise the camera and freeze the fleeting beauty on the picture. I like to leave the shadow that I have experienced in every place of time. Photos can be touched at hand, and time is in front of me. It is said that there are two periods when women are most beautiful. At the age of 15 and 17, when the Bud was just released, it was as delicate and pure as Gardenia. When I was about 30 years old, after the wind and rain, there were some vicissitudes in my eyes. The fallen flowers are silent, and people are as light as chrysanthemum. And I am in an awkward age between the two. In fact, every stage is beautiful. As long as you know how to enjoy life and work. To be independent, we should not rely on others’ giving. Don’t dress yourself up deliberately, don’t change for whom. I can arrange myself, control myself and control myself. Love yourself so much that your feet can stand firmly on the Earth. INTHEDARK is in the dark. It is already the third night, sleep with the light on. Lying in the tent like a white grave, in the silent night like death. I dare not sleep because of fear. He finished reading many novels of cangyue at one time, such as “listening to snow House Series”, “Soul of Wu series”, “Wind, flowers, snow and Moon” and “reading glasses”. I was amazed by the great efforts of his driving the grand scene. Or movies one by one, killing the silence of the eternal night. Sleep is heavy, once you fall in, you will not wake up. If there are dreams to do, no matter dreams or nightmares, it is always good. Shake hands without words, a wisp of Love shakes into the soul. My soul suddenly turned into fog, and I felt a resounding sound in my ears. I don’t know if there is any more. Three Nanjing to Nanjing. Late August was a trip to Nanjing which had already been booked. Is there anything more enjoyable than a vacation trip? I traveled all over Luoyang city, and the journey to Kaifeng also lasted for a long time. Whether it is luoyang, Kaifeng or Xi’an, they are all silent and simple. The northern city converges the domineering king spirit of the ancient capital for thousands of years, such as the dull Hu Qin. Unlike Nanjing, Jinling, the sound of silk and bamboo strings flutters, the Qinhuai River is also the Rouge River, full of flashy fat. The initial yearning for Nanjing came from a lyric. [From the Pavilion banquet, take a break to shoot evil spirits], I once saw the Jade Hall of Jinling crying around, Qinhuai Water Pavilion flowers bloom early, who knows that it is easy to melt away? Seeing him rise to the Zhu building, seeing him feast guests, seeing his building collapsed. I used to sleep in this blue Moss and blue tiles, watching the ups and downs of five or ten years. The Wuyi Lane is not named Wang, Mochou Lake ghosts cry at night, and Phoenix platform roars. Residual shan meng most true, old environment lost difficult off, do not believe this map changing draft. I made a set of sad Jiangnan and sang it until I was old. This decadent beauty, just like the declining Earth Altar in Shi Tiesheng’s works, makes people fascinated. There is also the story of the Red Mansion which happened in Nanjing. On that day, the land fell Southeast and Jinling was prosperous. Under qinggengfeng, don’t come for more than ten years. The stubborn stone who claimed to be a fool envied the gentle and rich country in the world, and insisted on escaping into the world of mortals with the vast great scholars and remote real people. But ointment, easy. Later people will not exchange things, and everything will be empty. The experience is just a dream of Red Mansions. It was a pity that the woman was relieved, but it was not like a day when she was seriously ill. A peck and a drink are generated. Why do you wake up in your dream. Only when I first saw it, there was a famous stone in the West, which could replace the ink of thrush. It became pale in all kinds of fragrance. The son of crimson yarn has infinite love, and the Lord of Zhiyan Cave hates a lot. It’s fantasy, it’s vacuum, it’s idle and idle. August, go to Nanjing 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…

Those bent waist

In front of the door of our unit, the Sanitation Department placed a trash bin, which was always filled with all kinds of garbage. The strange smell was filled with mosquitoes and flies flying around. Most people pass by with their noses covered, or take a detour from afar for fear of escaping. But under the bright morning, the fierce noon, or the dark street lamp, I often find someone standing or squatting beside the trash can, and they bend down, he tried his best to look into the trash can, using simple tools and even hands to pick up things inside, looking for things that could be used to sell money. The strange smell and mosquitoes and flies seemed to not exist in them. They looked focused and devoted, as if they were exploring treasures. From time to time, they picked up something from the trash can, which was nothing but an empty bottle, an empty can, a few pieces of waste paper, or some old clothes, but their faces showed the color of joy. They wiped or folded the waste one by one, and put it into the bag beside them, as if they were collecting treasures. They searched carefully until the valuable waste in this trash can was removed, and then they set out towards the next trash can. When people who pick up waste are bending down to pick up things in the trash can, there are pedestrians passing by from time to time. Some people show an expression of disgust or contempt on their faces, while some people still make a tut sound in their mouths, muttered: It’s really dirty. However, I never feel that the labor of people who pick up waste is so low or hard to accept. On the contrary, my heartstrings are often touched by them, giving birth to feelings that life is not easy. Most of the people who pick up waste are old. Their hair is disheveled, their clothes are worn out and their faces are full of vicissitudes. Every time I see them, I will feel both pity and respect in my heart, what pity them is the hardship of their life, and what respect them is that it is not easy for them to live on their own even though their income is so low. I am not strange to bend my waist like a waste collector. In my memory, the waist of the villagers in their hometown mountain village always bent: in spring they bent down to transplant rice seedlings, in summer they bent down to weed, in autumn they bent down to harvest, in winter they bent down to fetch firewood, and their bent backs carried the four seasons, the hard work forms a golden ear, supporting myself and my family with steadfast work. When I was young, I also used to transplant rice, weed, mowing rice and firewood with my parents. I initially experienced the hardship of working and planted seeds in my heart that I respected for hard workers. Later, I went to work in my hometown county. On the busy streets, I often saw people who were pulling carts with their bent waist. Although the streets in the city were not muddy, they were not flat. Those uphill and downhill were a test for people pulling carts. When uphill, they stepped on the ground with their feet, clenched the handlebars with their hands tightly and put ropes on their shoulders, the body leaned forward with all strength, moving forward step by step. The bigger the slope is, the heavier the goods are. The back of the cart pullers will bend more severely. The sweat of beans will roll down in strings, and the veins on the forehead and arms will rise violently, finally, the body was straight and seemed to coincide with the ground. And downhill, pull flatbed’s people may not be easily, they need your body for Brake, 1.1 point down line, if the control is not good, May because of inertial impact car destroy damage people injured. Pulling a scooter is a hard job, and it depends on strength to eat. Among the group pulling carts, what impressed me most was pulling coal carts. The coal scooter is usually used for couples, and the man pulls it in front, The woman pushed the briquette behind to transport a truck full of honeycomb briquette to the residents’ homes in every corner of the city to earn a little bit of price difference. The faces of coal-pulling couples are usually black, their hands are black, their clothes are black, and even their sweat is black, which is a dazzling alternative in the city streets, but they bend down and bend back, the scene of pushing and pulling the scooter uphill made me awe-inspiring. Later, I went to work in a small town in Pearl River Delta, Guangdong Province. The small town was small, but there were more than 60,000 outsiders from all over the country. They made a living in various ways, and pedaling a tricycle was one of them. Walking on the street, it is common for human tricycle to come and go. The driver bends down in front and pushes hard, or one person sits in the back seat, or several people talk and laugh. I once sat on a tricycle, and soon after I set off, I saw the driver sweating, and then sweat like rain. I had to wipe the sweat with a towel on my neck from time to time to prevent the sweat from covering my eyes, the charge for the eight li journey is only over ten yuan. During the 365 days of a year, I can always see the figure of the three-wheel driver bending down and struggling to move forward. There is a kind of perseverance that moves me. In our society, some people earn a lot of money without any need, some people make a fortune with official hats, some people earn money easily with shade, and they spend generously, I don’t care about spending a lot of money, and I am arrogant. Compared with these people, those who bend down to work are really too hard to do things, with too little reward, and the situation is too difficult. Some people look down upon them and think that they have no ability to bear hardships. While they are smart and talented, living a superior life is taken for granted, but they don’t know others’ sureness, hard work and happiness, that is exactly what I lack. There are many people and things in the world, which are dazzling at first sight, but in fact, they are like smoke and fog. What is really worth our attention may be contained in ordinary daily life and reflected in those ordinary workers! Out of our sight, I know that there are still many people bending down to work, which is a huge group. Facing them, I used to bend down straightly, not flattery, but salute! 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. 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