Repeated ISM

Take others’ articles easily without time and effort; Click the mouse, your face will not be red and you will not be published. Therefore, some people got their degrees because of plagiarism, some people got their titles because of plagiarism; Some people got rewards and cheers because of plagiarism. Those originators suffered, and there was no way to sue. In this way, is there any pure element in the academic circle of literature and art? Which place is not dirty everywhere? And look at Fang Zhouzi’s anti-counterfeiting Han Han and Jiang Fangzhou, then look at Mr. Zheng’s 500-word Bowen in Tengzhou, and get 5000 yuan in compensation. So what? This scene of rights protection cannot be dissipated and ended! Fang Zhouzi and Han Han and Jiang Fangzhou are still fighting there. Mr. Teng’s articles are still kept on the Internet by tens of thousands of web pages, and the influence of plagiarism has not been completely deleted. According to the data, although plagiarism also exists in Western developed countries, the punishment measures are extremely severe. On the one hand, the competent authorities will punish the plagiarists with dismissal or resignation, and the doors of major foundations will also be closed to them; On the other hand, if there are economic problems involved, the judicial department will also intervene in the investigation in time and give judicial punishment according to the situation of the law violated. It can be said that plagiarism is a high-risk behavior. In this case, the plagiarist dare not step beyond Lei Chi. However, in our country, there is a lack of punishment mechanism and the measures are not strict enough, which makes the plagiarism of papers often become a big matter and a small matter. Even if there is punishment, it is mostly tickling. You think, papers can be copied casually; Let alone our small articles. Some netizens said that plagiarism is indeed killing people, but on the other hand, it is because your articles are well written that people will be plagiarized and plagiarized. Some netizens said that plagiarism is because I like your articles. Isn’t it also to increase your popularity? Ah cut! I would rather not be popular than need others to copy my articles; I would rather be unknown. Listen, what logic is this? You copied my article and finally increased my popularity? A lot of friends said: my articles and audio-visual paintings are all hard-working original works, which became others’ after being sent out. I am really helpless and depressed! I have to ask these shameful people, why can’t they show mercy? Do you feel a sense of accomplishment when you think that you copy others’ labor achievements? Excited? Interesting? Is it really interesting to re-enter and chew other people’s thoughts? I know you can’t write it out, so can you casually whitewash your vanity room with other people’s articles? Yes, if you don’t reveal it, you will pick it up; But is your heart safe? Have you ever thought about it? If found by the original, where is your face? It is really shameless to paste a fig leaf on the face????? Although the bringing-in doctrine is easy, your heart may be heavy, right? Repeated prohibitions not only made the originators complain, but also the plagiarists were complacent in the corner! It was like that disgusting cockroach, taking advantage of the night to sneak out of the hole to steal people’s thoughts; To fill his dirty and empty soul. Cockroaches, you can plagiarize! Because no matter how you plagiarize, you will become an adult! If you really learn from others and set your mind straight; It is also possible to cultivate adults. On the contrary, you are a thoroughly pitiful plagiarist. Network, Network, a place where three religions and nine streams are complicated; You are really helpless! Let me be happy, let me be sad. The noise in reality is already unbearable. Who ever thought that this virtual network was also a headache and helpless! Ask the world, but there is still a holy place? Does the cloud water Zen sound? People, why not be calm? Why not be a steadfast person? After all, the stolen things are not their own! Why don’t you think about it? Can you write articles that impress readers without true feelings? What is your real level? Don’t your relatives and friends know? Do you think others are fools? Alzheimer’s? Advise you to stop! Because it can’t be true or false, it can’t be true or false. If it is not yours, it will never be yours! Write if you have the ability, don’t write if you don’t have the ability; Not everyone can write a good article. What matters is the ability to control words and the personal experience of feeling life. Do you have this? In fact, everyone has advantages, but you don’t have the talent in this aspect; Maybe your talent is elsewhere, why knock on this door that is not suitable for you? More tired Ah! It hurts people…… 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…

Be good at discovering and exploring wealth

There is a dumpling shop at the west end of our county, saying that the dumpling shop is actually equipped with various dishes for guests to drink. The boss’s surname is Wang, and he has run this shop since his father passed away, it has been some years, and the face of his twenties is full of the annual rings of years. Although he can’t earn a few money, he can still maintain his family. In the 1950 s, on a windy and snowy evening, boss Wang was greeting the guests in the store. A very awkward young man came in at the door of the store, with a clip behind him and his long hair messy, his beard was covered with melted snow water, and his thin clothes were not enough to withstand the cold wind; He sat slowly in front of the table, ordered a plate of beef and a plate of dumplings, and soon he ate all of them, then, he walked to boss Wang and said to boss Wang with embarrassment: Boss, I haven’t eaten for a day, and there is no money in my pocket, why don’t I give you my painting today, even for my meal. Hearing this, boss Wang, anyway, he also has no money, don’t be white. Therefore, boss Wang took the picture and a middle-aged man who was eating aside saw what had happened very carefully. Two years later, a middle-aged man came to the restaurant and ordered a bottle of white wine, a plate of kung pao chicken and a plate of sauce beef. Looking at the picture hanging on the wall, he ate uneasily, while eating, he began to talk with boss Wang. He said, “I want to buy something from you. Boss Wang said: as long as you don’t buy my dumpling shop, you can ask for anything. The middle-aged man said: just buy the picture on your wall. Boss Wang suddenly said in a daze: The painting was given to me by a beggar who couldn’t afford the meal. It was not valuable. Why did you buy it? I watched nice. Middle-aged man said. Boss Wang thought for a while and said: OK, I will sell it to you. So they negotiated the price and sold it to the middle-aged man at the price of 200 yuan. This was more than 30 years ago. Thirty years later, boss Wang, who was already in his fifties, ran this dumpling shop as usual. However, what was different from the past was that the original low house became a beautiful two-story building, the simple decoration makes the store look clean and sanitary, but the signboard of the restaurant remains the same. Boss Wang gets up early and goes to bed every day, leading the family to run the shop very hot. One day, a luxury car came from the door of the dumpling shop. A white-haired old man and a young man got off the car, dressed very carefully; Boss Wang was very puzzled and thought: my shop usually comes from working-class guests. Why is there a VIP today? Boss Wang took the guests to the back room, invited them to sit down, and arranged the best wine and vegetables for them. They talked while eating. After a while, the old man called Boss Wang to the front. Boss Wang, don’t you know me? Boss Wang said: I receive a lot of guests here every day, how can I remember you! The old man said: Do you still remember that a person bought a painting from you 30 years ago? Buy a painting? Boss Wang tried very hard to find it in his memory, and finally he remembered it. You must be rich in this way, right? Boss Wang said. Yes, I just did a business, and I can’t spend my whole life. Old man said. The old man told boss Wang again: the one who sent you paintings in those years was a famous painter now. He had already held exhibitions in more than ten countries and had received great repercussions. At that time, I spent two hundred yuan and made a lot of money. He told boss Wang that the painter had passed away more than ten years ago, and not many of his paintings were left …… as the saying goes, there is no pie falling in the sky. In the process of starting a business, besides paying hard and hard labor and sweat, we should also be good at observing and paying attention to the opportunities around us and seizing every opportunity. Money and wealth can be seen everywhere. 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…

Waiting for her, at Poyang Lake

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Summer, that pool of clear water

The Central Plains are vast and abundant, looking back at the end of the world, the years of walking, falling, falling and climbing alone, engraved the deepest mark on his face, unable to remember which day was which day, and became lines in his deep heart, and everything always passes by in a hurry. It is said that Bozhou in the Central Plains, the former residence of Cao Cao, the legendary doctor Hua Tuo, and the former residence of Mulan, a heroine, gather one of the quintessence of the long history of Greater China. But in this plain land, staring at this ancient heaven, there will always be some inexplicable blurred, why can’t I see the blue sky and white clouds I think. In the weather of June, the feeling of hot sometimes always makes people feel stuffy. The afternoon sun is bright but not gentle, and every day is so bright. In the afternoon, I had a little nap and suddenly became sober again. Looking at the sky above the window, it was still hazy, while the sunshine was particularly enthusiastic. The relatively similar climate reminded me of the vast sea and sky, blue sky and white clouds, the gentle breeze, and the long-time storm weather. A cup of green tea, a cigarette and a rock song. Fortunately, there are still some spare time here, which will not change and will not change anywhere. Thanks as the flowers bloom, what remains unchanged is the bright sunshine yesterday. On the south train, the sound of whistle woke up my mind and slowly went far away, but I was always here. On Wei Wu Avenue where dust particles are flying, it is always difficult to breathe. The flowers and plants along the roadside were in a daze as if they were lost, as if complaining about the hot weather. My heart is thinking that a storm from the south is needed here to give a freshness. In summer, you came again, but you didn’t hear a long-lost cicada. The scenery under the Green Tree made me want to relax myself there. In this midsummer, the hot weather warmed up the lonely thoughts and longed for a storm in the South. Two thousand kilometers away from here, I think I need a long-lost storm here. The plain under the setting sun stared towards the West and could not see the permanent horizon. It had already been behind the tall buildings like bamboo shoots breaking the ground. But I am looking forward to it, and my soul is eager to fly over the constant horizon. I sighed softly, and didn’t dare to show any feelings any more. But at the moment I closed my eyes, I found that my soul had flew to the distant horizon, although it was still so far away, but I still believe that there will be a possible day. I want to make my sadness no longer come back and never feel pale, even if one day my dream passes away quietly in this vast sea of people. The night after dusk was the warm wind in summer, gently and slowly, in the faint yellow atmosphere, it brushed my face again… in a flash, as if I heard the silence of the pool of clear water in my heart again… 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…

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…

Those micro-moments

Your father is not at home tonight. I don’t want to make anything. I made a bowl of instant noodles, listened to music, and wrote text. I sent this message to my son’s QQ, and his son replied a message, he asked me to go to the park for fun, find a dance partner to dance, and wait for him to accompany me when he comes home in summer vacation. I was so moved by what I said. I remember when I was young, I often took his hand to eat snacks and buy some toys outside. Now he went to college far away, I felt so lonely. I opened the first drama “Life opinions of two dogs” of Xiamen Institute of Technology in Youle convenience Street, which was a drama performed by my child. I watched him perform and listened to his speech, I also felt warm in my heart, as if he was by my side, and his voice drove my loneliness away. Today, I was sitting in the car, listening to two old ladies who were not acquainted with each other. An 88-year-old woman said: She came from the old times and could not keep pace with the times in the Internet era, another said that she was 80 years old, and she also came from the old times. She really saw one side less. It warms people’s hearts. Moved to tears. On the long wooden stool in the park, a warm and touching picture came into view. An old man dressed in plain clothes and with a bright hair and a childlike face helped a faltering woman step forward to the wooden stool, the old man took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe the stool for his wife. He helped his wife to sit down, holding his hands, as if he would never let go. They would never leave and enjoy the happiness of ten fingers, use each other’s body temperature to warm each other’s four eyes and pass on happiness. I accidentally captured this unique scenery and shared their happy moments. There is a clothing store downstairs, and I often post some notes. Once I passed by her door, I saw such words: The beauty has been purchased today, which makes people unable to stop for a moment, and I also smile to myself, of course, when she opens the door, I will also go to watch the clothes in the store. Maybe there are more thin clothes, which are not suitable for people who are broad-minded and fat. However, the note posted on the store door is also a happy thing to pay attention to. A friend has cancer, and her family concealed her and told her that she was a minor illness, so she would be fine if she had a knife, she also said childish. When the disease is cured, I have to go to work and cook a hearty meal for my family. I was there with a group of friends to see her that day. After listening to her words, I turned my back and shed tears. I will also encounter troubles and unhappiness in my life, but there is a strong voice in my mind. I must be happy, and I must create happiness even if I am unhappy. Smile may not make the world bloom, but it can relax the tight chest, happy, laugh, let everyone infected; Sad, cry, beauty + pour out, and then everything will be zero; Hearty, smile at yourself who is humble in your heart and absorb comfort and strength; Trust, be refreshed, and then dance lightly. Life is actually no big deal. I remember those tiny moments of warmth, when I couldn’t hold on in the future days, those moving moments always gushed out from the bottom of my heart, making me keep moving forward, in those crumbling times, I raised my head and moved forward bravely. Thank you, the one who gave me warmth, even if you only gave me a tiny moment, but it makes me full of happiness in the process of continuous growth. It also made me recognize myself, be a happy self, and find something besides love that can make me stand on the Earth with my feet strong, that is, constantly writing everything about the past, like strings of pearls, some people say that the world is hot and cold, but these little touches happened around me made my heart soft, melted and put down the indifference at that moment, cry and laugh with them. 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…

Cannot cycle picture

This is a real thing, you can’t forget it if you want. When I was in senior three, there were more than two months before the College Entrance Examination. I went to the classroom for morning self-study at about 4 o’clock every morning. One day, before dawn, I got up and trotted on the familiar path. I looked up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky and the stars around. They were smiling and greeting me. I ran, walked, unconsciously came to the door of the classroom. I took out the key skillfully, inserted it into the door lock gently, screwed it with force, and then the door lock was opened. I pushed the door open and went straight to my seat. Next to it was the switch to turn on the light. I turned on the light by hand. I just sat down and suddenly heard a creaking sound under the back seat. I dared not look back. I thought, is there a mouse? Oh my God, my heart beat faster instantly. At this time, what accompanied me was still those silent desks, chairs and lights. I was more scared and motionless, for fear that the mouse would rush over to me. It seemed that there was a little rabbit fluttering straight in my heart. My breath was quicker and cold sweat came out from my forehead. I dared not to wipe one drop or two drops, and I was even more afraid of disturbing the mouse. I couldn’t find any comfort, so I had to bear the fear silently. I was at a loss in tension and anxiety. At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in my ear: Sorry, don’t be afraid. I didn’t go back to the dormitory last night and heard the familiar voice. My tense heart relaxed. I turned my head and shouted: You scared me to death, you know? This person is the big one in our class. Seeing the nervous face and terrified look of the big man, I couldn’t help loving him and said softly: Don’t worry, I won’t tell the head teacher and other teachers. The big man immediately became happy and nodded again and again: you are so kind. Thank you! I took out the thick paper and prepared to do the exercises. Before I started writing, the big man said softly: Juanzi, I just want to talk to you, just one minute. Line? I said: OK. You name it.. The big man said: I didn’t go back to the dormitory last night. Just to tell you what had been buried in my heart for a long time, I said warily: What words? Say. He paused a little and said timidly: can you be my little sister for my whole life? I thought for a moment and answered firmly: No, I am preparing for the college entrance examination. I didn’t consider each other’s feelings at all. I was playing with the paper wholeheartedly to prepare for the math problem. The big man stood on the ground awkwardly, and the light was extraordinarily soft. The light shadow sprinkled on the wall was uneven, like fluorescent spots and sparkling pearls, the fragments falling on the ground occasionally leave mottled marks. In a piece of green and seclusion, I and the big man never said anything again. The scene in front of me was just like a beautiful picture that I didn’t care about. Time is like an affectionate butterfly, wandering in the flowers, kissing the tender flowers of various petals constantly. I seem to be in the world of flowers. The days passed away silently. One day, one year, ten years, two decades. I have no news or trace of the big one any more. Until today, I have read Zhang Ailing’s prose “love” again. Among thousands of people, I met the person I wanted to meet. In thousands of years, there was no earlier step in the boundless wilderness of time, it was not too late and happened to catch up. There was nothing else to say but a gentle question: Oh, are you here too? I carefully chewed the picture of that year, and my heart was bleeding quietly. The picture that could not be reincarnated was full of big and beautiful emotions. 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…