Wrote Lou

In my mind, Lao Lu was not the kind of great father who carried his daughter on his shoulder, but a powerful father who could play tricks on him at any time and quickly climb up his back at the speed of a hundred meters sprint. Although I was afraid of being beaten once when I was young, because compared with girls, I was really too naughty and destructive, and often addicted to destroying intact things, therefore, in order to make me understand some truths, Lao Lu did not use less force, but I am very grateful to him for making me a friendly and polite person. The last beating ended with my disobedience. My first resistance made Lao Lu suddenly understand that he might not be young any more, and I grew up gradually, which actually sounded very sad. At that time, Lao Lu was silent. I rushed downstairs with the alarm clock and prepared to run away from home. I didn’t know why it was an alarm clock. It should be a prop to cover my fear. My mother stopped me downstairs, he told me that Lao Lu was crying in the room, and I thought in my heart that I just beat me too hard. Did I feel distressed? Later I realized that, at that time, there were too many complicated emotions in Lao Lu’s heart. At that time, I was really taught a lesson and my face became swollen for a day, since then, Lao Lu has never touched one of my fingers. What remains is full of love. What impressed me was that Lao Lu had six broken legs when he was in a car accident. When I saw him, he was lying in a hospital bed with his legs fixed with steel bars waiting for the operation several days later, I don’t want to recall the scene at that time any more. I just remember that tears cannot fall down. I am afraid of losing him, a man who often reveals his lovely side to his daughter, I am willing to take care of him for the whole life even if he is lying in bed. As long as he was there, I wouldn’t be bullied. Only when mother Zhang and I had him could we have a complete home. After nearly two years, Lao Lu gradually recovered. Although it would be troubled by pain on rainy days, but I am grateful for such a result. Today, on Father’s Day, Lao Lu went to work. As a daughter, I am ashamed and guilty that I can’t let him have no food and clothing. Dad, I will remember your words and work hard to make you and mother Zhang worry less, you should be very healthy, thank you, and wish you a happy Father’s Day, so do your mom! 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…

Years

Occasionally I saw a piece of paper more than 10 years ago, as if I were back to that sentimental years. I don’t know whether it is because of that piece of paper, or because of memories. I feel very sad when I see what I have written in the past and the ups and downs I have experienced today. I have been walking through the ups and downs, and I have worn away my sharpness in, the heart once written on the paper is lonely, and now the heart is still, is it expecting different, or my heart is still now more than 10 years have passed, and the lonely heart is still. Is it because you are too demanding, or because your heart is too tired, the loneliness in the deep heart is still the same, the difference is that you have learned to disguise yourself under the mask, sad, sad! The years in the ups and downs have written wrinkles on the cheeks. In desperation, I lamented the speed of time. In a flash, youth has left far away from you, leaving only the exclamation mark that time gives you!!! Looking back on the past, like a dream, where was the girl who was once full of sentimental feelings? The girl who loves walking in the rain has disappeared in the misty rain of life, the girl who likes walking and jumping has been left in her dream with her memory, and the girl who is full of fantasy has gone quietly, what is left is only a living woman. The former ideal has disappeared without a trace in the long river of time, in the polishing of lampblack sauce and vinegar. In such a numb life, what time has given to the girl is the wind and frost all over her face, which plundered the girl who did not know the world’s sorrow forever, I don’t know where the happy and confident girl once went now? Is this woman in reality still a former girl? I have no words to ask, is it time greed or life? The girl who used to be full of fantasy no longer exists. What left for the years is only a woman, a realistic and vulgar woman, a woman without ideal, a woman living for life. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Firewood

Maybe when you get older and more old-fashioned, you will naturally have more nostalgia. When you talk about young people in time, you will be OUT; But sometimes, I can’t help entering the scene which has gone away gradually. In those vague moments, I will search for the memories and smells of time I once had. The present days are several times better than those several years ago, especially when we are not yet grown up and are under the wings of our parents. However, there are some plots left in our hearts and will not disappear, especially when touching some memories, it will gradually enlarge, and in my heart, I will roll out the lingering charm which is still fresh in my memory. For example, three meals a day make people have a lot of memories and aftertaste. Compared with the previous brown rice, the rice nowadays is much finer, not to mention the rich food and vegetables, but it is the cooked rice and the cooked food, it seems that it is still inferior to the previous ordinary food, which makes people eat with relish and leave fragrance on their cheeks and teeth. At that time, in the countryside, every family was made of earth stove and big iron pot; Although the Earth was made of earth, one family by one, it was cleaned up cleanly. Whether it was exquisite or not was more in the mind of the hostess; The rice made, it is far from what the current electric cooker cooks. Especially, when the rice is ripe, you can smell the fragrant burnt rice and drill straight into your nose. It is difficult to tell the lovely taste of this firewood and rice without living in the countryside and personal experience. Naturally, there will be less nostalgia in my heart, there is less smell branded in the bottom of my heart. With those life experiences, the rich fragrance of firewood and Rice will be spread to Manman’s beauty in the heart field. Firewood rice, as its name implies, is rice made by burning firewood. This firewood is not only the miscellaneous wood branches from the mountain during the winter break, but also all kinds of straws left in the field when crops are harvested. Especially these straws, when burned, there is a faint scent of grass, the smoke flew over the village with the kitchen smoke. The smoke columns rising from the roofs of every household were mixed up by the naughty wind, which was one of the smells that the village had soaked in many people’s hearts since childhood, no matter how far you go, you won’t forget it; However, if you go too far, you will gradually get away from those shadows and the smells from the soil. In my memory, there has always been such a scene: My mother was busy on the hearth, with pots and pans tinkling; My father sat in front of the hearth and stuffed firewood into the hearth one by one, with red flames, reflecting his father’s face, the wrinkles on his face were also flickering and jumping in the fire, either bright or dark. The dishes cooked in the pot were loud; My mother would tell my father from time to time that the firewood in the stove was either added or decreased; If it was steamed rice, when the slight noise of rice grains was heard, when the fragrance began to overflow the pot lid, my mother would let my father realize the fire in the stove slowly. The rice in the pot was steamed slowly. The Rice made in this way was loose and soft; there is no doubt that the pot is full of yellowish rice crust, crisp and fragrant, which is our favorite. Sometimes my father would make a small piece and have a taste. Unfortunately, his teeth were not good and he couldn’t chew, but he still enjoyed the aroma of rice crust, as if this was the day he held in his hands, the fragrance is not sweet. Occasionally, I would cook for my mother under the stove; Sometimes, my heart was too anxious and there was too much firewood in it, so I burnt a pot of good rice to scorch; mother would scold angrily, saying that the eldest brother was not young and he still couldn’t do anything, so she was busy thinking about some remedial measures; But the meal was burnt, and it tasted a strong smell of paste. Mother shook her head and smiled helplessly; What should I do? Only make do with it; Father didn’t seem to talk much. He ate the food full of paste with relish, just like this was some smell that would not be missing in normal time. Since I left home, I seldom ate firewood made on the stove, especially when my parents were away from home, which became an extravagant idea, A kind of unforgettable memory in the heart. I am afraid that when I am making these thoughts, many children from rural areas are forgetting the unique smells in these villages; These smells, in fact, are also related to villages, nowadays, some beautiful memories about human feelings have naturally become beautiful collections in the bottom of my heart. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…