Unforgettable Days Without Foundation

In the late 1970 s, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. In our village, school is called study. Therefore, I started my reading life with a longing for the study life. The schoolbag is sewn by my mother by hand with a beautiful floral cloth. The schoolbag contained a small blackboard which was the size of handkerchief and was framed by wood, and several strips of stone pens cut from talcum. There is also a rag used to wipe the small blackboard. The study is located at the west end of the village, and my home is at the east end of the village. There is a long flagstone road. I have enough time to show off the treasures in my schoolbag. Because my father and elder brother both work in the city, my mother looks after the preschool children in the village’s Yuhong class, and I am the only one in the family who has free meals, so the equipment in the schoolbag should be advanced. There were mostly five or six brothers and sisters of the same age. Although the cost of reading was very small at that time, the contents in their schoolbags seemed much thinner. There was only a stone pen and a gray-black roof tile carefully repaired by their father. Tiles are used here as small blackboards for doing exercises in class. It looks ugly, stupid and uneven, but it is as clear as writing on it. And even if it is broken by the little hair, there is no need to feel so distressed. The small blackboard with wooden frame looks neat and light to use, but it is relatively thin and will be broken accidentally. Because they were all partners in the same village, more than a dozen of people were upgraded from Yuhong class in the east of the village to study. Except for the freshness of the clothes, there was not much strangeness between them. The teacher in the study is also from the village, the father of a friend. The seniority is lower in the village, and there is not much majesty. Therefore, most of my friends didn’t feel too tight on the first day of school. The difference is that our first grade and fourth grade students have one classroom. Our lower grade is in the south and the fourth grade is in the north, occupying their own territory respectively. Many of them are the brothers or sisters of our friends. When we are arranged in the seats, we twist our bodies unjustly, even excitedly but quietly with our own or neighbor brothers, when my elder sister said hello and winked, what she got was mostly coldness or indifference, and there was no friendship in the past at all. Maybe in the eyes of elder brothers and sisters in the fourth grade, the behaviors of our little hairs were very naive, maybe they were taught by teachers in advance to set a good example for us during class time. Gradually, we little hairs are no longer affectionate in the northern boundary. When the teacher was not there, we just went to work in the S. The climax was that the monitor decided by the teacher brought a new book, and we all sat upright at once. Staring at the new book in the front row, I couldn’t help feeling excited, thinking about the textbook I got early. If I saw one of them, I would count it silently, pray that when you don’t send a book to yourself, it’s the right time for that book. Pa-pa-the book was thrown onto the table by the monitor with great momentum. We quickly picked up the book as if it was a treasure, leaned over our noses to smell the tempting ink fragrance, and then quickly turned over whether there was any damage inside. Everything was normal, so we settled down to take a look at the color picture of the textbook, or read the letters or words you know as if you show off. Before going to school, we mostly learned a little from our brothers and sisters. Life is like this. Every day, I listen to the teacher’s reading with strong accent and teach us how to write. Occasionally, one by one, fighting small fights and small reports are repeated day by day. There was a small split among the friends who came together soon. They learned fast and wrote well. They were often praised by teachers, and sometimes there might be an affordable prize like a stone pen. Those who are lazy and naughty in class are often punished to write pinyin or new words ten or twenty times with their blackboard. There was also an excuse that the homework of last night was deleted by my mother or father accidentally, so I had to take an empty blackboard or roof tile to school to ask for a guilty lazy student. Even if the teacher was confused, because these blackboards did have the disadvantage of being easy to erase, he had to turn a blind eye and let the lazy life pass. Remember once. The teacher wrote some slogans on the wall outside the house and asked the monitor to lead us to write new words silently. I always wrote down the first few words silently, looking at the deskmate scratching his head, quietly erected the small blackboard, and the deskmate left it quickly, quickly write it on your own small blackboard. Because my dictation went smoothly, I had time to look at the embarrassment of my partners. I really couldn’t remember for a long time, waiting for the monitor to shout again. But the monitor only shouted a new word for three times. At this time, I blurted out, imitating the Monitor’s long voice: Silent the word “upstairs”, but the voice did not fall, the teacher rushed in step by step, so I was pulled to the front. The teacher just held a pipe in his hand, so my little head was knocked three times by the pipe, and I came back aggrieved, one by one with my own small blackboard in line, when I went to the desk to check the teacher, a rash guard turned around because of full excitement. His thick blackboard hit the small blackboard I was holding. With a slight crack, my small blackboard was split into two halves. Fortunately, there was a wooden frame around it, and the two halves were not separated. So this small blackboard with cracks accompanied me through the first grade of primary school. When I was in the second grade, I had a notebook. There was a thin layer of plastic paper on the first layer, and a layer like the copy paper today was on the bottom. Use a hard round-headed pencil to fill up a piece of paper. When you lift the first layer of plastic paper, the strokes of the words will be eliminated. This book is about ten pages. It can be used repeatedly, but when the number of times increases, if the handwriting cannot disappear completely, it should be eliminated. The past is like smoke, but the pure and happy memory often reveals a seductive smile, which makes me miss……. 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…

Glasses

When I was young, I especially envied people who wore glasses to put a pair of glasses on the bridge of the nose. No matter what style, it seemed to add a bookish style. This feeling was like when a pen was inserted in the cloth pocket in the fourth and fifth years, the more pens there are, the more cultural they are. So I am eager to have a pair of glasses. But I didn’t study hard, and didn’t stay up late to make my eyes myopic. It seemed that I couldn’t have the gentle style to wear glasses. The dream of glasses can only be realized in dreams. New sister-in-law entry, Old Woman daughter-in-law issue became family concentrating point. My father seemed to be used to being a model worker, treating the factory as his home and returning home occasionally. His violent temper only made his mother the victim of domestic violence. You can’t find peace and happiness at home. Unconsciously, leisure feelings were given to those novels of Jin Yong. Daylight, couldn’t help night look. After class, I couldn’t bear the temptation to read it in class. I was caught by the beautiful and gentle English teacher accidentally. The gentle teacher was annoyed by me —- the class representative she rewatched, and I was dismissed. The rebellion of youth makes me abandon the self-esteem of excellent students and laugh loudly. Speaking in class and reading novels are also common. In the first semester of the second year of junior high school, I dropped from the first few in my class to twenty or thirty. The gentle glasses dream no longer exists, and the swordsmen and tenderness of the chivalrous woman are in the bottom of my heart. But the words on the blackboard became more and more blurred, which was caused by reading in the bed. Unfortunately, wearing glasses is not the patent of poor students. I had to wear it only when I couldn’t see the words on the blackboard clearly in class. The glasses I own have become my luxuries. But now, wearing glasses has become a common behavior. Children who are as young as three or four years old with astigmatism, and old ones who are squinting and wearing reading glasses. There is also a street boy with Tyrannosaurus glasses hanging on his chest. After I joined the work 20 years ago, I did put on my glasses because of my constant myopia. A few days ago, I saw a childhood partner who stepped into the society after graduating from primary school. He has been a little rich these years. I became a small boss and also wore glasses. Maybe in our post-60 s and post-70 s eyes, glasses once had something to do with gentle. 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…

If water night wei wu drunk

The drizzle scattered all day like gossips still made me feel the coolness in summer. Or it is related to mood, I always feel that this summer is cool and cozy. For people living in cities, there is only the difference between cold and hot. The sky is always the same sky, and the buildings will never change the gray piled up by steel and cement, the road will never change is the endless road. Seasons seem to have nothing to do with cities. The bright seasons and colorful colors just belong to the wilderness outside the city. The noisy city finally quieted down. Instead, it was the deep sky inlaid with bright stars. A bright moon held the stars and moved slowly in the night sky. Occasionally, there were several clouds as thin as cicada wings, like smoke and fog, trying to secretly veil the moon, but soon they were torn apart by the moonlight, and the stars scattered in the sky. I am used to strolling on the winding path paved with cobblestones by myself at such a night, with the charming moon hanging upside down in the sparkling river; the swaying willow branches stirred the water surface from time to time under the instigation of the soft breeze, and the tiny ripples turned out from Circle to circle; The flickering light of ships berthed on the water nearby could be seen faintly, there were also fishing songs which were not very rhyming with the smell of the river floating in the wind; The low whispers of insects came from the grass intermittently. A moment of warmth came into my heart, and I knew it was the softness of white clouds shaking off, which covered the noise of the city and the quietness of the night, slowly gently gently gently moistens the wet heart …… life will always meet a person who has nothing to do with oneself at a certain moment without warning. Therefore, there are beautiful words such as meeting, getting to know each other, knowing each other, loving each other, wishing each other, depending on each other. This person may become your friend, bosom friend or confidante, bosom friend, etc. No matter what kind of relationship, since we met, it was fate. Therefore, Zhang Ailing met the people she met among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, there was neither one step earlier nor one step later. It happened to catch up. There was nothing else to say but a gentle question: Oh, are you here too? The touching verses of swinging people’s feelings. Under the soft moonlight, I can talk with such a bosom friend with my heart before and under the moon, or even without saying a word. I only need a look, a movement, and even a silent branch language, and they will understand each other. When you get carried away, sometimes you can also be full of poetry, sing a song of breeze and bright moon, and you can never use it. The mountains and rivers are like each other and then you can smile with each other. What kind of artistic conception is this situation. Drunk, drunk, drunk Moon, drunk wind, Drunk Heart …… I always like quiet me, always like to dream in such a night, such a moment, with the breeze and bright moon, A light smile hung on my face. I like this night, the river is transparent and clear, the waves are calm, and the artistic conception is high; I like the taste of the soil, which is natural, simple and real; I like the tall and magnificent shore of the tree, which is gloomy and colorful; I like the faint fragrance of the flowers and plants, refreshing my heart and refreshing my spleen, with various postures; I like the soft and warm night wind, touching my cheek lightly and lifting my hair gently; I like the tender and hazy moonlight, I just want to put this hazy dream into my sleep, and then make it into a kite by Dream, twist my thoughts as a thread, and fly in the sky of tomorrow…. 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…

In that season, fish died and grass withered

All the prosperity is destined to fall in April of destiny. April is not a season of death. The fish is dead and the grass is withered. There is no hope to tie it again. Fall, in April of death, fall bottomless. I once had two small fishes, Chizi and Zimo. It only happened yesterday. The so-called ownership has never been realized. I just found a dilapidated wish to comfort myself. After getting up, I saw the fish dead. A deep sense of guilt wrapped me up. Yesterday, I also sent Xiao Xi a photo to show off my little fish. Xiao Xi said, why did you suddenly think of buying fish? I said it was fun to see it. She said, it was just a sudden thought. I said it was like this. She said, “I don’t like fish farming, so I am not free. I feel not free after reading it. I told her that I was already sad when I bought small fish. I am afraid that I can’t really raise them. I will release it in two days. However, without even one day, the little fish died. Yesterday, I also heard their subtle breathing sounds. Yesterday, they were still happy and lively. A flash in the pan makes the fish dead and the grass withered. When I got up in the morning, I saw the small fish’s mouth open, the white belly turned over, and froze in the water. The aquatic liquid I asked for from the boss who bought the fish was pale. The difference between life and death is obvious, and the body is the most real and persuasive evidence. Dark red, dark, Scales also fell. The beauty they used to be passed away in a flash. After all, beauty could not stand the temper and test of the death season. I buried Chizi and Zimo under the tree beside the stone path. Maybe it should be buried in the Peach Garden far away from the hustle and bustle of the world. Chiko, Zimo, sorry. May OK. Perhaps, from then on, we will never raise those lives belonging to freedom. In fact, they have never been eager to be raised by human beings. Natural elves will naturally feed them with the essence of heaven and earth. I shouldn’t deprive them of their free lives with the mask of love. I have thought about it for 3000 years, but I don’t want to paint the creatures. The memory of fish is only seven seconds. Chizi and Zimo have forgiven the bottomless sins. And how can I accept this boundless forgiveness? How kind and deep it is, how far is wisdom. I began to understand the wisdom of Sannai and her schoolmates. She (they) bought a lot of fish and then went to the Yellow River to release them. You can’t control others’ thoughts, but you can practice your own good deeds. I do not want to visit any ceremony, but only wish my heart to live forever. The heart is rooted. If the earthly desire is too heavy and the evil of human nature is too strong, the root will wither. Only when the heart is rooted forever can the pattern and tolerance be formed. Man is a walker on the journey of life and death, and a practitioner in the sandalwood with wisdom. Quiet and determined, empty and quiet, the way is natural. And abstinence is an extreme detachment. Chiko, Zimo, sorry. This life blames me, and the afterlife is fine. In that season, the fish died and the grass withered. The obsession of release and the Pray of freedom had no regrets and sorrows in that season. 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…