Life of spot

All kinds of people around us are like shining light spots one by one, which surround us in a beautiful halo. Gradually, some light spots were worn out and fell. At the same time, new spots were added to our Halo. Some time ago, I learned from my friend’s QQ signature that the head teacher of their class died of illness. My friend is in the neighbor class of my neighbor class, and I also know their head teacher, so I recalled their head teacher casually. From the brain, the pictures made by searching through cases and cabinets and the buried memory fragments are as clear as film tapes. The breath swirled around my throat, bumping like stagger, shaking me for a long time. In the past four years, four of the people I know have never met with me. Since I was young, it seems that this kind of thing happened most in this period of time, perhaps because I didn’t know so many people before. Although they are not very familiar with me, and some may have only met once, they remembered that there were me and them in some pictures, but now, these will not be repeated. When memory can only be memory forever, and the hope of reunion is pulled away from the brain like being pulled from the bottom of the pot, a fire is extinguished forever, and it seems that a piece of meat is dug from the bottom of my heart, and a burst of pain that cannot be filled. That teacher, he didn’t teach me, most of her deeds were hearsay. To be honest, most things are not good. Perhaps, she was strict with her students and cared a lot. Her students often complained about her and gave her the wrong number. However, this is also normal, which teacher has not been nicknamed by students. Every morning, she is catching students who are late. I always saw the students in their class rushing up the stairs hurriedly within two minutes of being late. She was on the stairs, laughing and scolding her students. From my outsider’s point of view, I felt that scene was particularly funny. The teacher was not as fierce as they described, but somewhat cute. But I met her occasionally in the corridor. She always smiled and saw such a warm attitude. Even students I didn’t know would come forward to say hello, I thought. Apart from those views of dissatisfaction with her, at least she gave me a kind feeling. She and I also had an unusual experience. One day in senior three that year, the morning exercise Bell rang as usual. It was unavoidable to go downstairs to do exercises, although no one liked that. Our classroom is on the fifth floor. At this time every day, when we go downstairs, the stairs become more and more crowded. After doing morning exercises, the stairs become more and more depressed. At that time, I was pinching every day when I went to school. In order to get more sleep, I took breakfast to school and then ate it. Generally, I took a rest of ten minutes after finishing morning exercises. I went upstairs after the morning exercise that day, maybe I was too tired several days ago, maybe I suddenly had something wrong with insulin, a burst of sigh from the bottom of my heart, and more and more flowers in front of my eyes, so I struggled to support the third floor, he fainted with a meager consciousness. In a trance, I heard someone say, ah, what happened to this student. Then someone came up to help me. I tried to see each other clearly and learned that I was the head teacher of my friend’s class. I was helped to sit down in the office on the third floor by her. My whole body was weak, and I couldn’t care about the rules and regulations, so I was on the table. With the fulcrum, I finally have more strength to stick to it. The teacher brought me a bottle of milk and a pack of biscuits. I didn’t feel embarrassed to drink milk. I ate a small pack of biscuits. Finally, I have the strength. I think the teacher thanked me. She smiled and said that she was not polite, and also complained that the school was really inhuman. She asked students to get to school so early and didn’t let them eat in the classroom. It was impossible for people with poor health to bear it. It seemed that there was finally someone who understood myself in the vast sea of people. I was so pleased that I almost burst into tears. Tears do not all represent grievance, but also happy for someone to understand his grievance. After graduating from high school, although I didn’t expect to visit that teacher, I didn’t want her to disappear from the world. Sometimes life really catches people off guard. Obviously, it is still a vivid figure. If you turn around, you may be separated from Yin and Yang. The light spots that make up the halo are constantly changing. When one day, all the light spots are burnt out, and there is no new one to supplement, we will finish our whole life. 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…

Shuangjing Sunrise

Wake up from the summer morning, walk into the balcony surrounded by French windows from the bedroom, open the ventilation window to welcome the coolness in the morning and the noise called marketplace. Wait a minute, if the city can be compared to a well, then why is our location named Shuangjing, and it seemed that no one had ever raised a magnifying glass like Wangfujing to investigate the previous life of this name in a serious way and told him how he was like that year with two eyes. No, is it not worth or disdain? Looking eastward from the double well like a pair of binoculars, it was the moment when the sun suddenly rose up and appeared in front of the sky with one-eyed bare eyes. The sunrise in the city is not like that of Beidaihe pigeon nest, nor is it like the light and shadow of Hemu village, let alone the long tranquility of Toscani town. It just comes out from behind by itself, without any signs or imagination. It is neither novel nor romantic, because the city is originally where it is neither novel nor romantic. Therefore, you have to exile your novel imagination out of the city gate and fly to the wilderness village to the mountains and seas at the speed of Ferrari, or simply put the novel imagination into the precious ten-day annual leave with money and leisure, in order not to let the meaningless sunrise that you see every day and don’t need to see every day delay the rush of work. Pandora’s box was secretly opened by her slim hands and then flew out of the bad habits of disease and pain. People hurriedly covered it after finding it but fastened the only hope beneficial to human beings to the bottom of the box. However, people cannot live without hope, because there is no future without hope. Therefore, this important task can only be left to the Sunrise that goes out for a walk every day. Just in the morning, when they just woke up, let hope go straight into their eyes and put it into their brains. While the sun always did not disgrace its mission and lived up to expectations. Although the faces seen from the east window were dark at this moment, looking back, those faces were all bright. SunriseatDouble-Well Awakeinasummermorning,IstepfrombedroomtobalconysurroundedbyFrenchwindowsandopentheventilationpane,welcomingthecoolofthemorningaswellastheglamour sdescribedas citywell .Asecondplease Ifacitycanbecomparedtoawell,howcomeourplacebenamed DoubleWell byourforebears? Itappearsthatnobody severstudiedthehistoryofthenamewithamagnifierinhishand,anddiggedtwowellsandtalkedwithsplashinglavaonwhattheywereorhowtheydeveloped,asdonetoWangfujing thesofamouscommercialcenter.Nothingisdone,becauseit snotworthwhileorwhat? LookingeastfromDoubleWellasfromadouble-columnedhoroscope,itistheverymomentthattheSun thesingularhugeeyeofheaven suddenlyappearsbeforeyoureyesinthebaresky.Sunriseinthecityisnothinglikeasplendidoneatseashore,oroneofever-changinglightsandshadowsathillside,notmentioningthatfullofleisureandserenityinsmallTuscanytown.Thesunsimplycomesoutfrombacksideofsomebuildingallofasudden,withoutanyprecaution,notrequ iringanyimagination,notnovelnorromantic forthecityitselfisaplacenotnovelnorromantic.Consequently,youexpelyournovelimaginationsoutofthecitygates,flyingatthepeakspeedofaFerrarialonghighwaystowardsvastfields,villages,mountainsandseas,orleavingthemmerelytotheannualvacationofadozendays(Gosh,howprecioustheyare!) sothatyourhasteningstepstoworkarenottobedelayedbythesunriseappearingeveryday. Pandoraopenedherboxwithherslimhandandreleasedillnesses,evilhabitsandpains,andpeoplehastilyclosedthebox,andhope theonlythinggoodtoMen wasleftatthebottom.Andtherefore,suchheavytasktogiveMenhopeisassignedtotheSunwhocomesouteveryday.Thesundoeshisjobsowell thoughthefacesIseefacingeastareallofdarksides;whileturningwesthowever,allthefacesarebright. 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…

I ‘ve been here, and I’m very good (selected writers)

That day, when his foster father went to work in the field and passed a small bridge full of grass, he heard the baby crying, which was already very weak. He looked around, and as expected, he saw a baby who had just been born for a few days lying in the grass, already dying. There was a note inserted in the small package, which said at 12 o’clock on October 20th. Looking at this young kitten’s crying life, his foster father hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to take her away. He sighed and said, “Son, what do I eat, you can eat whatever you want. Her foster father named her she Yan, and she grew up slowly under the careful care of her single father. Without milk powder, dad took her to the house where there were breast-fed children and begged them to feed her. More often, he fed her with rice soup, therefore, little she Yan was always thin and often ill. Under her father’s fear, little she Yan grew up to be a very lovely little girl. She was very sensible. When she was five or six years old, she knew to help her father cook, wash and mow. When she was in primary school, she knew that she should study hard and take the first place in the exam. Only in this way can she make her father happy and laugh happily. As expected, she always ranked first in the exam. Every day after school, she would tell her father interesting things happened in school, which often made her father laugh happily. She was very happy when she saw her father laughing. The days are flowing quietly like this. However, misfortune came to this lovely girl. That day, she left school and was about to help her father to work. However, somehow, there was a nosebleed. She hurried to wash it in the washbasin, but the washbasin was dyed red soon. Dad had to take her to the township health center, but after a shot, the blood flow was bleeding. The doctor said, “I can’t see her here, so go to a big hospital quickly! The father and the daughter hurried to the big hospital. Due to the large number of people, she had to wait there, but her nose was still bleeding. The small spittoon basin was almost full. The doctor saw that things were not good, she was busy taking her to check. It turned out that Xiao she Yan had leukemia. This poor child! So hospitalization doctor told requires a minimum of 300,000 yuan, where get so much money! My father borrowed all his relatives and friends, but there was still a long way to go. He decided to sell his adobe house, but it was still a drop in the bucket. In the hospital, little she Yan looked at her father’s thin face, said, dad, my illness is not good-looking, and it is incurable, let’s go home! I voluntarily gave up treatment, and my father was also very helpless. Without money, how could I cure the disease! In this way, they returned home. If it were not for a journalist aunt named Fu Yan, she Yan might float down from the wind quietly like a leaf falling quietly. This little flower on the withered vine, because of a report of Aunt Fu Yan, her humble life had the reason and hope to live again. Many people see the report, domestic and, or foreign, have helped him, ten days have 540,000 yuan of donor money is. The operation cost of little she Yan was settled, and the hope of life waved to her again. She was received from home to the hospital for surgery. This strong little girl, when doing the puncture examination, the needle was pierced into her rib. She didn’t cry or scream, and her tears didn’t flow or move. She did the same when she was doing chemotherapy. She spit out all the food she had eaten without saying a word. She went through nine gates one after another, including septic shock, sepsis, haemorrhagia and massive hemorrhage of digestive tract. Everyone thought that little she Yan was saved, But she was too thin and ill to eat for a month. Finally, she couldn’t help eating a small piece of instant noodles secretly, which aggravated her illness due to gastrointestinal bleeding. Her abdominal pain was unbearable, and the doctors all wanted to share the pain for her, but there is nothing we can do about the menacing illness. Little She Yan said, aunt, tell me to die. She took out three chapters of letter paper from the bottom of the pillow, which were densely filled with words, some were pinyin, and there were also many typos. Aunt alone appeared 16 times, and she said goodbye to aunt, we dream see you. Aunt, my father’s house is going to collapse. Dad, don’t be angry, don’t jump off a building, aunt, you should watch my father. Aunt, give me some money to our school. Thank you, aunt, for telling the president of the Red Cross that after I die, I will give the rest of the money to patients like me to make their illness better. Doctors gave her blood transfusion to rescue her, but little she Yan still stopped breathing in pain and died peacefully. The doctor tried his best to save her for 80 minutes after she stopped breathing, but finally she failed to save her life. This beautiful and poetic girl, the pure and water-like fairy, finally stayed away from everyone. The Internet became a sea of tears. Everyone felt very sorry and heartbroken. The doctor’s aunt once said a word to Xiao she Yan, if you like, just call me mother! Little She Yan called her doctor’s mother timidly. The doctor’s aunt felt shocked and soon calmed down. She said, “good boy, see a doctor well. When the disease is cured, my mother will take you to KFC, a miserable child, she didn’t know what KFC was like until she died! The next day, the doctor aunt brought her a pair of socks, which were white. She was so big that she had never worn the socks. The aunt asked her what else did you want, mom bought it for you? She said she wanted a pair of red leather shoes. The doctor and aunt went to the children’s clothing store and spent 80 yuan to buy her a pair of red leather shoes. She was so happy and happy! However, due to the injection, she had to take off her shoes and socks. In this scene, everyone in the room cried. She once asked a journalist aunt a question. She asked, why did they donate money to me? The journalist’s aunt said, “they are all kind people, so they donate money to you.” she said, “aunt, I also want to be kind. Little She Yan, she didn’t break her promise. She really became a kind person. This girl with a pair of sparkling eyes and a transparent heart, her last sentence in this world is: I have been here, and I am very good. She hoped to die in autumn. Her slim body was like the process of a flower blossoming naturally. When yellow flowers piled up and fallen leaves dancing in the air, she would see swallows who traveled far and wide, she volunteered to give up treatment, World Chinese gave her 540,000 divided into seven, to life as a hope of divided the cake among seven is hovering between life on the Little Friend. Many citizens attended the funeral of this little girl. There was a smiling photo of her in her graveyard. The inscription on the front side said: I have been here, and I am very good (2012.11.30-2010.8.22). Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…