As the saying goes, the village where the father and mother are fed, it is better to have their own

In the world of life, parents are naturally the closest relatives. From childhood to adulthood, we lived and ate with our parents. Especially when we were young, we had our own parents to work on food, clothing, housing and transportation, it is undoubtedly our own to spend their money and eat their meals. It is a matter of course. It seems that we don’t need to think about it by ourselves. Of course, there is a saying spread among the population of the small village: If you have a father or a mother, you might as well have your own. It seems to make people feel that the relationship between children and parents is not necessarily the most reliable, especially in the aspect of economy, sometimes it is incompatible to draw a clear line. In fact, no matter how well their parents protect their children, no matter how rich their parents are, according to the logic of small villagers, it is to educate people not to rely on the trees to enjoy the cool, people should have the spirit of self-improvement and self-reliance. They should create wealth and their own life by their own hands and diligence. Only the wealth and life created by themselves can have a solid foundation, only in this way can we live a steady life. Under the wings of your parents, you forget to fly. One day you will lose your ability to fly. The wealth of parents is created by themselves, which is far less than that created by yourself. Only the wealth created by yourself can be more valuable and enrich and rich. What’s more, between parents and children, there will be endless entanglement due to economic problems, and even make them restless. Therefore, if you want to be independent, you must regard what your parents create as others’, which is not your own. Only with your own heart can you stand up and be upright. In our village, there was a family like this: men were working outside while women were farming with children at home. At that time, the family who were working outside was naturally the first family in the village, life is far ahead of others. Because others have ration, so does his family; His family has money, but others don’t. Every time when sending a money order on time on a monthly basis, the eyes of others can almost get angry from the money order. Anyway, during a long period of time, their life was full of flavor. Later, when my son got married as an adult, I retired and went back home to work. The villagers began to work. The original pattern naturally changed quietly. The conditions of many families gradually improved, and the smiling faces became more and more interesting. On the contrary, the civil war of this family was constantly upgraded. My son and daughter-in-law always thought that I was pinching the money and only took out a part of the expenditure, and the rest seemed to be saved, so they complained to scold others and even tore their faces, the old woman was also suspicious of the old man. She chose her son and daughter-in-law when standing in the team, The old man’s grievance and bitterness could only be poured out to the villagers. Finally, after a super civil war, my son took his wife to roll up the blanket and join the team of going out to work. Unexpectedly, with the bitterness of the young couple, a few years later, his family’s motorcycles, tricycles, color TV sets, refrigerator, washing machine, phone no one should jie quan, also Reversal of dilapidated adobe houses, built a brick top of tile-roofed house, least spent 100 thousands or 200 thousands, of course this 100 thousands or 200 thousands certainly not his father saved, for those limited pensions, the daily expenses of the whole family had already been reimbursed, but it was the inevitable result of the son’s fight for a sigh of relief. When he ran to modernization, his life naturally became normal again, having tasted the pride and satisfaction of spending the money I earned, I must feel confident when walking in front of others, which is the result of my own efforts. Imagine, if my son didn’t get rid of his dependence on Lao Tzu in time and didn’t have the courage and courage to fight for a breath, could he have the modern life created by himself today? It is better to have your own father and mother. This is a very simple truth. The most reliable person in the world is yourself. Your parents will have an unreliable day. Only you have your own, only with hands, wealth and self-reliance can we hold up the sky for ourselves when the tree cannot provide us with shade. 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…

Women, learn to love themselves.

Woman such as flower. Flowers bloom fingertips, residual red patches. The season when women look good is always short. I don’t know when, wrinkles quietly climb up the once delicate face. Aging is the natural growth cycle of cells, and no one can change it. Applying layers of cosmetics is just a cover on the surface. After being washed, it is still the face that I can’t bear to face. Inadvertently, the spotted spots were covered with once meticulous faces. Suddenly sigh, old. Is it really old. Young people have time limits physically, but they are infinitely prolonged psychologically. Don’t give up vitality easily when you have the breath of life. Vitality has nothing to do with age, and that vigorous momentum can be possessed by everyone. As long as we are willing, the brilliance can always be written on our faces. No longer young, but the charm still exists. That kind of gentleness and kindness between gestures are like flowing clouds. Keep a good attitude and have a beauty sleep. Keep our mood and skin tender. When you wake up, you will find that the fine lines are much less and the color spots are much darker. Wrinkles are wrinkles. Birth, aging, illness and death are natural rules. The birth and death of life have never been interrupted since ancient times. Women are easy to feel lonely. Obviously it is not good to have no gods and demons, but it is always melancholy. Lonely women always want someone to talk. Maybe, at some point, I fell into a entanglement. Don’t always look for warmth. Perhaps, his love only comes from novelty. I will get bored after that. Don’t let yourself count scars alone in the middle of the night. When you cast your love eyes on others, it means that you are playing with the most precious things. Stand up your inner weakness, and talk to your heart in the dead of night. Learn to taste the taste of loneliness. Loneliness is also a kind of silent language, which is the necessary stage of self-soul sublimation. Like listening to the sound of flowers, listening to the trickle in our hearts. Take a warm bath and sleep relaxed. Perhaps, your marriage is not satisfactory. The meaning of home reminds us of our responsibilities all the time. Perhaps, you have gone through love, or just married for marriage. There may be some unwillingness and disappointment in the warmth of home. I don’t know where to go. Looking forward to a dream and living in the plain reality. Then cherish the present. I can’t control others, but I can control myself. Use women’s wisdom and cultivation to make your home full of fragrance of flowers and fresh grass. Decorate our next home, let a small hanging orchid hang down in the corner; Let the beauty of lily bloom in the living room; A hazy warmth in the bedroom; Let us busy for a day, heart tenderness. Change the furniture and clean up the dust. It seems that the mood garbage has also been cleaned up. Decorate our mood. Some things cannot be begged. No matter you are lucky or unhappy, keep a dignity. I am only beautiful for myself every day. Try to manage our ever sweet complex. In another way, maybe the taste of life will be different. To find the common beat between husband and wife, just like the time of love, he held your hand happily, not because you are no longer sweet in the plain life, but because the sweetness is forgotten in a certain corner. Try to awaken long-lost emotions and create some novelty. Don’t lose interest just because you know each other’s temperament. We are human beings with emotions. As long as we explore, there will always be fresh affinity charm. Life never lacks beauty, but we lack the perspective and mood to discover beauty. We clearly know that we want gods and demons, so why not act. Let yourself be beautiful, from appearance to heart, to heart. Beauty is a kind of charm and temperament. Walking in the crowd, beautiful nature, not vulgar. Beauty is a kind of mentality, then let’s listen to the flowers blooming and falling, and watch the clouds rolling and relaxing; The wind and clouds are changing, and the waves are calm. Such as Lotus watching a pure, like peony blooming an atmosphere, like Lily telling a kind of elegance, like Rose writing a delicate and charming. Women have their own style, either strong or elegant. It is good to find their own beat. Resist loneliness and temptation. Let the pride and self-esteem in the heart write a beautiful landscape for yourself. People can only see from a distance and dare not fawn. Stand in a graceful and leisurely way. Red wine is not the end-result of women, and entanglement with vulgarity is not the happiness of women. Learn to say no to all kinds of temptations. Women are weak, a burst of tears can die. Women are also strong, and a smile is enough to move people. The weakness is particularly tough. It has the gentleness of birds as well as the personality of maverick. Not attachment who. Live independently. Like flowing smooth, soul-stirring. 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…

I feel after reading butterfly rib

When youth turns yellow, like leaves falling one by one, submerged by dust. No sound, no crying, no wreckage. After all, who is pale from the stubbornness of your eyes? As time goes by, the past can no longer be waited. Those who leave will never come back. Facing such a yellowish youth. What are you talking about? Don’t say anything. I just want to sing to you and sing the colorful fairy tales in my heart. There is a broken watch on the ground, and the time in the watch overflows everywhere. After collecting it again, it will never be adjusted back to the original time. The attractive smell in the original space can never be found again. No matter where the ending is. All need to be happy, all are very happy. I just want to sing to you, singing the MYLOVE in my heart. Pain is like this, love is like this, tenderness is like this, you are like this in your eyes. What is the length of heartbreak. If love, because of love, persistent love, calm love. What can’t be done is human beings, and what can be done is heart. The missing lover the missing lips cannot be expressed in his mouth, but there is blood rushing towards the bright life in his heart. If the process is too tired, you may as well remove the shackles and give yourself freedom. Go to the place you like. Just, stumbling steps. Forever guarding wrong-footed. She said, “Please God give her wings and let her become a flying bird. The feathers of birds kept spinning in the air. Feathers fell under my feet, and what I saw was a dream; What I could not see was the extremely long opposite bank. There is a bonfire on the shore, but it can’t burn the desire of people watching the fire on the other side. Pain, sweetness, desire no longer exists because of love. What you want to see in your eyes seems to be filled with dissatisfaction forever, just like the deep holes in the bottomless hole. Process… Process… Process… She said that Angel would give up flying for this process. The angel who gave up flying broke its wings and folded its wings, and sat quietly on the horizon. If you are too tired, you may as well remove the shackles and give yourself freedom; Be an angel sitting quietly for the process. No matter the rib, collarbone or shoulder blade; As long as it is from the person you love. She wants anything and accepts it. Even if we live in life, in each other’s memory and shadow. Even if you live in the pain, loss and loss of your whole life. Even such…… Even such…… Even if it is such an ending…… I saw that there was a kind of love. Call to ruin yourself without hurting your lover. 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…

Looking back on the youth with broken wings

The scars which were ridged with holes were raised reluctantly, and the wings of looking back at youth were broken slowly. The Cold Light, which seemed to be intentionally and unintentionally, slowly kissed my skin. The contemptuous smile and the Filar pain cut off the sad memory of being at a loss, and the stream of consciousness filled with clouds was scared on the beach. The strong stubbornness bit through the rude and overbearing throat, and a purple mandala flower grew wildly on the weeds in the heart. The oblique seal on the blade engraved the lost youth, and the bright red stamens were filled with clear young tears. Ignoring the emotional thinking approaching the steep cliff, the ellipsis suddenly stayed here sadly. Looking back at the youth sigh, stranded in the confusion gap between spring and autumn; The broken wings are like snow season, cold and pale peripheral nerve. That round of rising round moon gave out soft light; The neon lights lined with sorrow were so clear-cut. The fragrance came from the distance, and the faint and ethereal became a song. Sighing and voicing are depressing and depressing in the dead corner. Whose lips kiss wake up the sleepy emotion? And hypnotize the throbbing soul softly. The lazy mood woke up from the silence and ignited the passion never seen before in the space. Stay Young Emerald and beautiful, waiting for this land of Holy Spirit. The loneliness of the past was a little decadent in the shuttle, and the light fur horse recited the feeling of youth’s sorrow? Folding fan waving alone on a floor, unspoken! Looking forward to the future, who knows where is the boundary of youth? Where should it be? In fact, who knows whose youth wings have already been broken? Who knows who is tired of youth? Who is willing to stay in the pure castle of childhood? Wind, wind, you blow and break my youth wings, the scar oozing blood; It is an important chapter that will never be obliterated in my life books, and a history that will never be forgotten in my life. In the season of youth and ignorance, there is no emotion that I am eager to move; Loneliness and loneliness have filled my heart. Enclosed in the country of my own fantasy, placed in a beautiful dream, tirelessly doing curtain after curtain and enjoying the moonlight with Qing lying in the orchid boat. Fall crazily fall crazily numb crazily, because the beautiful corners of youth are full of deep stabbing pain that has nothing to do with love. It is said that life needs to be strong to have sunshine, and the long world of mortals needs to bear to enjoy. Silent shouting and longing, silent sigh and depression; But my youth was severely broken in this tired struggle and tangled heartbreak. This situation not romantic, this situation not clove Changchun. The autumn leaves are drifting and falling, a tree is melancholy, and the curling helplessness breaks the Wall marketing entanglement; The flowers bloom and fade, playing the string breaks, who listens to the lonely pain. The shadow which was on the verge of despair hung in the ethereal, and the youth sadness which could not be concealed flew and fell in the eyes; The crush was in the palm and the moon was shocked. The unreachable hope and promise remained in the heart sea, and burst out a long sigh. Who is ferry for life at the end of youth? The regretless navigation lights disappeared in the cloud and mist, and the creases on the eyebrows were filled with slight sadness. At the moment when I turned around, I heard the shallow sigh of the wings of youth; I could not forget the purple melancholy and the sad eyes. I really want to shake off the childish dust and weave a beautiful dream of flying. Pretend to be reserved smile, play the youth scenery; Spread the calm of the water. Is that youth story? It stirs up the floc that has not moved for a long time in my heart. The gaunt torture grinds the moon with sigh, and the cold wind gradually corrodes the beauty and purity of youth. The paper umbrella spinning in the rain cannot cover the sunset glow in the West. Step on the tail of passing youth, restrain rage and injustice; Tend to be indifferent mood intimate smile. Touching the bright sadness, the rose in full bloom has your beautiful oath. Through my scarred thoughts and emotions, I only closed the youth with broken wings which passed away from the fireworks in the abyss under the sea. Tidy up the chaotic mood, unbridled to show the handsome red life in the years. Indulged in the flowery scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, the vigorous temperament was graceful and romantic instantly. At this time, your hair infected a pool of blue lotus and the moonlight was beautiful; It was gorgeous in my heart. Seal up the youth with broken wings, you gently pull me around and face your eyes; Let the warmth flow with bright and gorgeous tenderness. 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…

Autumn Rain

Spring elimination snow 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…

Past cantabile

I always like to let my heart face the starry sky alone in the quiet night, which is a kind of self-intoxication. I hold my heart tightly and listen quietly to the gentle sliding of the night wind around my ears, the lingering coolness, slowly falling down the growing heart. Looking at the amorous feelings and flowing words all the way, telling the endless helplessness and novel loneliness, reading the stories of spring, summer, autumn and winter, turning into green poems and colored glaze beside the streams of time. Life is like a dream. In the flowing years like water, we are just passers-by in a hurry. No one can know whether the road ahead is a horse plain or a crossing. As long as we pass, we will freeze forever, turn into the clouds of the past. Whether it is happiness or sadness, after all, it is the past that the mark of our footsteps deposits into songs. Born in this world, we all have to endure the cold wind and rain and face hardships. But along the way, there are always countless ups and downs, as well as endless spring flowers and autumn moon, green trees and red flowers. When you are frustrated in life, you can sit and watch the red glow of the lonely Heron at dusk with a plain heart, or listen to the evening singing of fishing boats in the quiet night where the moon is as beautiful as water. The Silent Deep thoughts let the sentimental heart open the long notes with lasting charm, and those flashy fragments can always be retrieved between the past like songs. Those beautiful mistakes, fresh dreams and plain scenery will turn into warm details to comfort our souls. There are always different chances in life, and the past events like songs remember our former Glory or infinite sadness. Don’t confuse your eyes because of the past glory, don’t be covered by the gloomy wind and dust because of the past pain, the momentary moaning can only be exchanged for others’ temporary cheap sympathy and mercy. Don’t learn to complain, and don’t learn to sink. Only in the fragments of the past can you find the gap to step out of the mire or thorns, find your confidence and strength, so as to light the lamp of hope and set off with new hope. Then, while winning flowers and applause, it will also win the respect of others! Time is like the wind, and the past is like a song. I like to immerse myself in the past like a song in the silent night, recalling the past, recalling the journey traveled, looking back on the pride of youth and forgetting those sorrows, forget those sad and beautiful, let a pair of wise eyes look for the brilliant stars in the silent night through the dust of time. 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…

North of tree

The North is the North where I grow. The North can also grow many trees. The poplar and poplar trees in the north are the most common trees in the north. Poplar is a fast growing tree species, wu liu nian can become useful. Both the field ditch and the roadside door can survive. Poplar and Canadian poplar are common in the north. In early spring, poplar trees were covered with caterpillar-like things first. When we were young, we called Yang Mao Mao. We often went to the tree to pick up the fallen Yang Mao, and mother copied it with hot water when she went home, then crush the steamed potatoes and mix them together, which is not difficult to eat. Before long, Yang Mao would fall out. Later, when I was in college, I knew that it was actually the flower of Poplar. Later, some green spots of stars will burst out from the gray bodies of these poplar trees. In fact, it can’t be called Green, it is a kind of goose yellow. Those green buds grow carefully. The leaves stretch slowly in the cold breeze of early spring. The leaves are fresh and tender. Pick a piece and cover it between your hands. In the bright spring, you can whistle loudly. These tender leaves, boiled in boiling water, have bitter taste, which is also edible, but bitter. No matter how few the leaves are, the leaves will turn green and the trees will grow dense. There will be strings of green beads hanging between the branches. After a while, those beads burst out, and white beads flew out. This is Yang Hua. When spring comes, Yang Hua wins the snow, flying around and confusing people. There are not so many poetic people in the countryside, and they just feel a little annoyed. Sometimes Yang Hua piled up too much on the ground and was blown by the wind. The children were so happy that they grabbed a box of matches in their hands, one in the east and one in the West, once the Yanghua is on fire, it will be dried up. In fact, each piece of Yangxu is covered with a seed. They will take root in suitable soil and grow young saplings in the next year. In summer, poplar trees are luxuriant, and sunshine and rainwater are hard to leak from their huge leaves. Birds build nests among the branches of trees to rest and have children. The crisp birds’ cries hide among the branches and leaves of poplar trees. Hearing the sounds, it is hard to find them. On the summer night, after eight or nine o’clock, there was no light in the mountain village. The wind comes from the south and passes through the rows of Poplar shoots. The leaves collide with each other. The wind passes through the cracks of the branches and leaves, just like a sudden rain into a river, falling down along the mountain. Sleep with the sound of pillow, but sleep soundlessly. (When I returned home a few years ago, those tall and robust poplar trees which had experienced decades of wind and rain in my childhood and young life were finally cut down. A river in the village has not been repaired for a long time, and the river has not flowed through the village for a long time. There were also several rows of poplars and willows on the riverbank in the west of the village. In the past summer noon, people often lay under the trees to enjoy the cool. Now the trees have also been cut down, while the riverbank is covered by cement foam, but no one goes there to enjoy the cool.) In autumn, especially in late autumn, every poplar tree is golden. When a gust of wind comes, two or three pieces of poplar trees stagger down. When the leaves of the whole tree fell off, my eyes gradually extended to the blue and white sky along the treetop, and occasionally one or two clouds drifted by, I was really worried that I would be pulled by the pointed treetop. The dense branches point straight to the sky like swords. If it is just dusk, the setting sun is bleak, and the meager sunshine is scattered on the treetops in the forest, soaking in the dusk. At this moment, only then did I realize what autumn is bleak. In the northern Loess plateau, there are patches of poplar forests called Old Man trees. These trees were originally ordinary poplar and Canadian poplar, which should be tall and straight branches and leaves exhibition. But there, they were no more than one person, less thick than children’s forearm, and the image was obscene. The reason is that the soil here is too barren and lacks nutrition. Looking at them, sometimes it is not only pity, but also a kind of solemn pain and solemn respect. There are not even a few grasses in this place, and other trees cannot survive at all. But after all, they took root. After all, they survived and guarded a side of soil. All people should pay full respect to life, especially this kind of life. There are usually several fruit trees planted in the apricot farmyard of Northern trees, such as apples, pear trees, peach trees and plum trees. But apricot trees are the most. Apricot trees are drought-resistant and suitable for growing in the north. In the farm, the shadow of spring is usually the first to be seen from the tip of apricot tree. In the early spring, the branches of apricot trees sprouted fluffy buds, either red or white. After one or two spring rains, your heart is not ready yet. It is already full of flowers and spring is full of branches. Song Qi, a person of Song Ci, has a sentence of red apricot branches in spring, which is praised by later generations. But I think it is not vivid enough, and the words are too heavy, which makes me feel that the scenery is harmful to the spring. The small building listened to the spring rain all night, and the tenderness and charm of apricot flowers sold in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley could not be seen in the north. However, walking in the country village, occasionally behind the dilapidated tiles or a short soil low wall, a fresh red apricot twigs poked out of your head, giving you a sudden delight and feeling the sky blue and the wind soft immediately, inject new spirit into your body, and make your steps lighter. But spring is always very short. A few days later, apricot flowers fall out, and there are all hairy apricot exposed. Carefully pinch them down and throw them into the mouth, which is a kind of fresh astringent acid. In autumn, when the apricot was ripe, the naughty child held a long pole under the tree and hit the ripe one specially picked. There was a more stubborn boy, riding on the trunk with his legs, climbing up the branches and leaves in a flash, picking a bunch of yellow apricot with leaves on the tree, under that tree, there was a young girl with two short braid staring eagerly. The East of my hometown is next to the mountain. When learning Dazhai in the past, many terraces were built on the mountain. However, because there is little rain and the land is not fat, it is often planted in spring and less than two buckets in autumn harvest, so the land is deserted and nobody grows. But some apricot trees planted at that time survived a lot. In spring, the mountain is white and tender, which is a rare beautiful scenery in this small mountain village. It also bears many fruits, but it is often picked up by others when it turns blue in summer. Occasionally, there were several ones growing in higher or hidden places, which could turn yellow when they were ripe in autumn, and were found by the latecomers, which was a very exciting thing. In deep autumn, the leaves were frosted, but the red was old. The red was smelly. The Frost leaves were red in the February flowers. Looking down from the foot of the mountain, the world was green and gorgeous, just like a rush of fire on the mountain. When I was seven or eight years old, there was an apricot tree beside the house where my grandfather lived. Because there were houses on the left and the passageways on the back and forth, people often walked around, so they didn’t look good, the fruits are also sparse, clear and countable. When the fruit is ripe, it is also boring with less juice. But after all, he gave me a lot of hope in my childhood. Later, the tree was sawed for the convenience of opening to traffic, which was almost twenty years ago. The Willow of the Northern trees the common willow in the north includes weeping willows and dry willows. Weeping willows or river banks, long strips like hair, like daughter’s makeup near the river, make people feel infinite love immediately. Or stand on the side of the road and walk in the spring breeze, with the feeling of the emperor returning to the court. Or independent of the wild wind, the end of the world can be seen, where to recruit people? Compared with the willow, the dry Willow seems not to be dressed up, and the hair is unkempt, just like the village woman and the wild woman. Compared with weeping willow which only plays a decorative role in nature, dry Willow still has some practical use in life. Tao Yuanming is known as Mr. Wu Liu. But in my place, willow trees can’t be planted in the yard or behind the door. This is because, however, when there is a funeral, some willow branches will be cut and wrapped with white paper. This is a sad and sorrowful stick, and a longer one will be needed, and a string of hemp paper will be pulled at the top, is evocation streamer. There were also some people who could not choose a willow tree as a coffin because they died suddenly or their families were poor. This is the reason why people taboo Willow. But Willow is a common thing in the works of ancient poets. Liu tongliu, the ancients often borrowed Liu to bid farewell. I used to go, Yang Liuyi, now I go, rain and snow are falling. When I saw Yang liuchun on the roadside, I felt a lot of twists and turns. This year also fold last year at, do not send last year parting person. In ancient poetry, Willows mostly refer to Willows. Willow branches are weak, which used to be compared to women’s delicate figure. Early Spring Willow. The sky is drizzling and crisp, and the grass color is far away but there is nothing. It is the best spring in a year, and the best is that the smoke Willow fills the imperial capital. The Willow Tree which just peaked out the tender buds of the fur began to wake up and start to shake and dance lightly in the wind in the cold wind of early spring. The silky white fluff of the tender Bud seemed to cover a layer of light smoke which could be blown off by a breath from a distance. Maybe it was the laziness of the Willow just woke up at this time, or a kind of melancholy. When the tender buds with melted fur grow into slender yellow leaves inadvertently, it is a kind of color that is so delightful that you want to care for. The soft and tender leaves are transparent and glittering in the sun, the world is so clear and tranquil, trembling gently in the breeze, against the blue sky of early spring. In ancient Zhanghui novels, women are often described as Willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, but I think sometimes it really makes me express my love for Willow and apricot flowers in spring, then I can only use beautiful women as metaphor: willow leaves are like eyebrows, apricot flowers are like eyes. Poplar has poplar flowers, Willow has catkin. At first, a string of pearl-like green particles were hung, and then white floc burst out. After a while, they couldn’t bear loneliness and flew out one after another. Yanghua catkin is a rootless thing, which has always been criticized by literati. But some people also sigh that its weak quality is noble, but why does it often fall down? In summer, farmers often enjoy the cool and summer under willow trees. Willow is not as tall as poplar, and the shade can be covered around the tree body. In summer, you can put a straw hat on your face and put a hoe under the tree, so you can rest easy and have a leisurely nap. Every time I went back to the village, due to the continuous expansion of the village several years ago, the willow trees beside the ditch at the entrance of the village were hard to be seen again. Even if one or two trees survived and wanted to learn from Tao Gong to lie high, in this world, unless there was not a wisp, how could you sleep soundly beside the road? The northern tree of locust locust, also known as locust, is the most elegant tree I have ever seen. It is said that locust originated from Germany in the 18th century and took root in Shandong first. It is quite similar to my Chinese climate, and its rich harvest is better than that in Germany. Later, its traces spread all over the northern China. The crown of acacia tree is very layered, and each layer is well-proportioned, which keeps a lot of space between each other. Each layer is like a tilting round cover. The leaves are compound leaves and wings, and the leaves are light and translucent. The Chinese native is called locust tree, and its fruit is pods. I am saw Acacia when I was studying in Beijing. There are several trees in front of the new teaching building of the school, and there are many teaching buildings whose crowns are higher than four floors. The locust tree is not like a foreign devil, but like an ancient madman, with long clothes and wide sleeves, who is eager to fly. The expression is a kind of free and unrestrained stretch, but there is no deliberate publicity. Looking at the sky with locust trees, the sky is higher and the trees are lighter. A supplementary note: I wanted to write these trees more than ten years ago, and I started at that time. I remembered that it was also at that time that I met a woman on TV. A woman who planted trees with her life in the Maowusu desert. For 18 years, an oasis was cultivated with youth and life in the desert raging with no one. There, she planted not only trees, but also grapes, tomatoes and sunflower. Because of the trees in the originally desolate desert, foxes, rabbits, pheasants and so on also settled down there. Because of the trees, there are six or seven rains there every year than in the past. God also has long eyes. When the leaves turn yellow, God will rain. This woman named Yin Suzhen said so. More than ten years later, I wanted to find some information and recent situations about her on the internet. Except for a little information about her mentioned in a teacher’s article, there was no other information. 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