Homecoming

The coming of life is like a storm, which makes me step into a year of confusion, while the past is like a storm, which can not be reflected in front of my eyes without my thinking. In my childhood, all kinds of sports penetrated into everyone’s life like a tide, and I was no exception. It can be said that I was also a victim of all kinds of sports. At least in the days of the great revolution, our study was equivalent to receiving labor education, and schools were useless. In that era, even Mandarin can’t be learned normally, which is a foreign language? I can only say reluctantly that my childhood was like running water, flowing casually. One year, two years, three years when I was young, I became a member of millions of farmers, sweating like rain, the days with faces facing the loess and back facing the sky were the main melody of life. At that time, that was all. People forgot the pain in their hard work, because too many crying made people numb their nerves, also because everyone is experiencing pain, everyone is not easy to say pain, but just melt the pain into silent work. Spring goes and spring comes again, and the beautiful Shaoguang flashes like a nightmare. When I was young, under the persuasion of my relatives, I learned tailor in the way of half-apprentice and half-self-study. Maybe I have seen too much bitterness and helplessness. I vaguely remember that it was at that time that I became silent, all the pondering and meditation were carefully woven into clothes one after another. I believe that only through hard work can we witness the history. It was also at that time that I realized why Lu Xun also sank into ancient books and couldn’t help himself. When the ideal contradicts with the social reality, I can only concentrate my hesitation in a thin stitch. The past hits the door of my memory. Every time when the night was quiet, the sound of erhu in the neighbor’s house came from each other as if it were broken and continued. The bitterness was low, and it seemed that the night had calmed down. It seemed that all the stories went through the hearts of the players and listeners, that kind of loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow is eternal for me who is introverted. Perhaps it was because of my loneliness that my father made me step into the second turning point of my life to get married. My wife was an ordinary woman with a melancholy brow, there are also some elements of destiny vaguely. Unconsciously, I experienced the path of rural youth: getting married, raising children and building a house. The hardship and joy in this period are intertwined, and it is difficult to define it as bitterness or happiness when recalling it up to now. Perhaps the most important thing in life is the process of experience, rather than the sad ending. I think that life may be just a cup of light tea. When sipping life, you should give yourself a tranquil mood. Why worried in month full moon lacks? Why Feeling life hardships? Why care about the desolation of the sunset? Let the flowing years take away everything in the past and let the quiet life wipe away the slight sadness. No matter how many times I suddenly look back, my heart is still the same. Thousands of sails are over, and faith remains unchanged. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Peace of mind

Peace of mind

Piss me off, piss me off. Piss me off, piss me off… I have been muttering. I felt a little angry in my heart. Since I am going to Sanya Sino-French water supply bureau to pay the water fee today, I get up early in the morning to buy breakfast and wait for the bus after eating. From rainy days to sunny days, umbrellas have become umbrellas, I didn’t see the bus after waiting for almost an hour. I hurried back to the hotel, but found that the toilet of the hotel was under construction. I ran back to the dormitory where someone was taking a bath. A series of piss me off. True. In the past, when others were making a fuss, I thought it was nothing, but it was my turn, but I couldn’t control it. It’s almost nine o’clock when I return to the hotel. I’m afraid that I will go to the water supply bureau and have to stand in a long queue. I don’t plan to pay the fee today. I will leave it until tomorrow, and I will be earlier tomorrow. I won’t have breakfast, I am afraid that I will have to wait for a long time if I miss a bus at breakfast. But I couldn’t figure it out. I didn’t want to leave today’s work until tomorrow, or I would have a knot in my heart, so I set off immediately. It was not too long this time. The bus came and went to the water supply bureau. I was shocked. Get the number, A23,0 people waiting. How good it is, I finished the matter as soon as I went there. At that moment, I was thinking, if I didn’t have breakfast to wait for the first bus this morning, would I be hungry for a whole morning? If I wait for the first bus and go to the water supply bureau, do I have to wait among the 23 people in front? If I leave it till tomorrow and keep my heart pimples, will I feel depressed all day long? If I waited for the bus for a long time when I came back, the No. 11 bus would not come for a long time, while the No. 7 bus had passed several times, so I changed to the No. 7 bus. Route 7 is not direct, you have to walk through the lane of Commodity Street to get to the hotel. I wanted to take No. 11, which saved that section of road. But I was anxious to wait, but I still chose Route 7. In fact, there is nothing bad. I didn’t know that route 7 could also go back and forth to the water supply bureau before, but now I know that, and the journey is less than Route 11, which can save a lot of time. It’s just a long journey, what is that road? Compared with the mountain road where I went to school when I was a child, I don’t know how close it is and how many times easier to walk? In fact, such a discovery can also be regarded as a harvest. When passing by the boutique, I went in and bought some paper folding stars. There are many colors, each of which represents a different mood. From now on, I will write down a few words on it every day, then fold them into stars, put them in bottles, and collect every love. In fact, I did the same in school. I just didn’t know where to put it when I left. Ha ha, let the past go. It’s better if it’s gone. The sleeping memory is another kind of new life. Live a good life now. Many people say that they envy me very much, saying that what I want to do can be done crazily, brave, strong, natural and unrestrained, happy and happy. He also said that I was not hungry to feed my whole family. I could spend the money I earned by myself, eat well, drink well, sleep well and play well. How good it is to be carefree and free. Hehe. Why are you putting so many labels on me? In fact, they just saw the halo on my surface, but nobody could understand the inner one. There are still a lot of things I need to do, and there are also many people I want to take into account. I am not only me, but also others. However, anyway. Being envied is also a kind of happiness. At least, in others’ eyes, I am happy and happy. It is also good to enjoy such happiness. It is a disaster, and it is a blessing; It is a blessing, and it is a disaster. Only by using your heart can you find that the world is not that bad. neng she to get out. Peace of mind, peace of mind 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. 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Chuan Jiang Zizi moving forward along the road [impression wu long essay]]

Chuanjiang chant is a folk singing form which is led by the chauvinist for the unified movement and rhythm of Chuanjiang boatmen, with the help and chorus of all boatmen. From the Internet 1. Getting acquainted with Chuanjiang opera, it turned out to be in an entertainment program that traveled all over the country, “boys and girls rush forward”. Dressed up in a short skirt, several genuine Chongqing elder brothers danced before the game and performed a brief Chuanjiang trumpet, starting with a passionate chant. Suddenly, the distinctive shouting and singing with strong rhythm spread out successively. The noisy crowd suddenly kept silent, without noise and laughter, and only the sound and music floating over the Chuanjiang River for thousands of years echoed faintly in their ears, it seems that people are placed on the bank of the steep Bashu River, with sonorous words and dreams. The compere, a pair of handsome men and girls, obviously didn’t expect these rough voices to be like this. Maybe they were just used to leading the audience to shout loudly and create atmosphere, but it was difficult to deal with the rare silence on the field, considering the wording, I saw that their mouths were stirring, and bigger surprises came everywhere. The Sichuan river trumpets were lingering around and walking away euphemistically. After a short silence, the audience’s applause thundered. The immortal old Chens still have such a great charisma to this day. The listeners are moved, the viewers keep silent, meet by chance, after reading, they can’t help flying across the river and thinking a lot. It was just a happy playground, because the whole atmosphere of this group of Chuanjiang songs seemed to be dignified. I quietly watched these people who had just finished singing falling into the water one by one, none of the whole team could pass the whole pass, but what they left me was not smiling, but yearning for these honest Chuanjiang chants, whining and drinking like on the shore where the water was gasp, the bow of the boat, let go of the throat, enjoy the high low open, Ah call yo 2. In the past few years, Chengdu enjoyed the national flavor of abundance, and at the same time, it also read all Sichuan cuisine. In many restaurants known as authentic Sichuan cuisine, Chuanjiang cuisine was slightly different, and it was said that it integrated the ancient and modern characteristics of Sichuan cuisine, FA gu Yanxin not only inherits the tradition of Sichuan cuisine, but also has the elaborate production of new Sichuan cuisine. Last year, I went to Longquan to see peach blossom, and my friends hosted a reception. There was also a Sichuan-Jiangzi, which was known to be a chain. This store in Longquan is very distinctive. It happens to be a triangular intersection, and a conical building is built at the same time. From a distance, it looks like a building like a bow, holding its head high and moving forward through the waves. Several big words with great momentum: Chuanjiang trumpet, red font, flowing clouds and flowing water, as if stepping on the waves. If eating has been counted as a culture, people who love food now have too many choices. They just fill their stomachs. It seems that there is no realm. Sitting in the shop of Chuanjiang restaurant, tasting delicious food, it is rare to feel the long-standing Chuanjiang culture with some cultural meanings. Eating Sichuan cuisine, drinking Sichuan wine and smoking Sichuan cigarettes, a group of Sichuan friends with smiling faces, and I, who was famous from other places, seemed to hear the Sichuan river horn coming from far away in a little tipsy, melodious, full of flavor. That night, several people were a little drunk. A little brother from Chongqing hit the beat of Chuanjiang horn and shouted fiercely. On Longquan Street, it attracted people to look back. We looked at each other and smiled. 3. This year, my friend went to Wulong and said that what he was doing there was very decent now. He was impressed by Wulong. He searched for the descendants of Chuanjiang Horn in those years and planned a real Chuanjiang sailing scene. My friend was a salesman, benefiting from his career, he came and went freely all over the country. Every time he heard these things, he felt extremely jealous. This time I heard the Chuanjiang horn again, and I couldn’t help wondering. Many years ago, there were no motor boats at that time. The Cypress boats left the river, with narrow waterways and urgent water flow. When there were dangerous beaches, they all went along the river by manpower. What kind of scene was that! Thus, the most complicated and changeable Labor horn of Chuanjiang River in China was born. When the horn rang, the sound shook along the coast, while the trackers buried their heads in drinking and strived forward, all of which gave us countless reveries, that song, of course, is the symphony of power and folk music, led by clear and bright high pitch, followed by a group of solemn and stirring echo, between the mountains and the water, and under the sky, that should be a huge magnificent picture. I couldn’t help being obsessed with it. Wu Long is not far away, my friend said with a smile, since I like it, just go and have a look. Before leaving, my friend patted the round belly, and I will be your guide when I have time. It suddenly occurred to me that Yin Xiangjie’s love of the trickster was also related to Chuanjiang opera? It must be, but the artistic works seem too romantic, which is different from what I understand. On the shore, under the scorching sun, in the cold wind, the real Chuanjiang trumpet, the real trickster, they are a group of working people at the bottom, who pull the fiber to survive and support their families. And it was just them who kowtowed step by step in the past when goods came out of Sichuan and trade, and they wrote the most primitive movement of life hard and pulled the ship ahead of the times! I decided to have a look, not to visit, but to worship, experience and feel the sufferings of my predecessors. Of course, I also wanted to listen to the great folk music of Chuanjiang, which made my soul dream. That’s the decision. Maybe it is the golden autumn and October. 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…