where will life take you?

I still remember that I once wrote an article “On the Road”, which was published in the log of QQ space by me. I never read it after it was published, and I didn’t open it again until one night when I sorted out the old manuscript. Turning to the bottom, I saw what a stranger left in my comment column. wherewilllifetakeyou? (Where will Life lead you?) At that time, I took a quick glance and didn’t think much about it, so I replied to the way to take us to heaven. Soon I saw his reply to heaven and got off work. I couldn’t stay there for a few minutes. Yes, what should we do if heaven is off duty? What are we chasing? Is it a rich material enjoyment? Or do you have to find something to do just because you are alive? Life is like an altar of wine which has been fermented for a long time and is full of strong fragrance. When you spend it freely, you feel that time is passing easily, but when you stop your rough steps, when turning around and chewing all kinds of things in the world, I found that some things were not as perfect or ugly as we imagined. The premise is that when you need to taste this feeling, you need to keep yourself in a neutral state. In this way, only through the vision of bystanders can we clearly know what life needs us to do. After the decision is made, we have to leave quickly before leaving work in heaven. When I arrived in heaven one day, my heart should never regret this kind of life. Tricycle tricycle is the work of Xiangzi in “Camel Xiangzi” described by Lao She. Now everyone is called tricycle, which was called rickshaw in the early days. This kind of car needs the driver to have good physical strength and endurance. No matter in the rainy and snowy winter lunar December or in the hot summer days of Xia Yang, they still have to hide in a corner and work hard for life. I seldom took this kind of car before. Every time when I sat on it, I looked at the slightly vicissitudes of the pedaling people in front of me. The buttocks will be like pins and needles. One morning, I was too anxious to hurry up. I took a three-round trip with my teeth clenched. Then I talked with a driver who could be my grandfather all the way. I asked him whether he was tired of pedaling like this every day, and he answered that he was still successful. I asked him whether he did business every day, but he answered that he was still successful. I asked him again. Don’t he feel wronged by repeating one thing every day? I obviously felt that his pedaling legs trembled. He coughed lightly and didn’t say any more. He didn’t ask me a word until I arrived at the destination and gave him money. He said, girl, do you feel wronged for the work you have to repeat every day? I thought for a while and then shook my head. He wiped his face with a towel around his neck and said, “Still, for life. Who would feel how wronged it is. Later, I thought there was something wrong with my own idea. All passers-by in the world have their own abilities to survive, and they eat by their abilities. It was not a big deal at all. I put it in my place, but it broke the way of survival because of my compassion. If everyone was my previous thought, wouldn’t the rickshaw drivers have to starve to death because of unemployment. What should be given to them is actually respect, not compassion. Each person really can’t choose his or her family background, but he or she shouldn’t have the distinction between nobility and nobility when he or she lives in the world. No matter which profession, it should be worthy of our respect. Learn to respect, just as life leads us to another pure land. If it can be done, there may be less truth that cannot be revealed in the world. Writing here, I remembered the sentence my friend asked. wherewilllifetakeyou? (Where will Life lead you?) I thought for a while this time. The place where life leads people should be the place where everyone yearns for pilgrimage. It’s just that there are some differences between my heart and yours. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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”. 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A letter to a literary friend

You and I have been writing poems for a long time, and we have a deep friendship. I think this letter has shown some questions I think and listened to your opinions. For many days, I have been thinking about the road I have traveled and the days I have spent. What on earth are right and those are wrong; And I have been thinking about the meaning of people living in this world, and what on earth is? What kind of life will be more meaningful? I don’t know how long I have been thinking about these small questions? But I can’t figure out the answer. Are we still young? But people’s life is really short. What should we do. It is to study hard like others, and then earn some money, as if to live a natural life. I fell in love in college, slept with a girl, and broke up after finishing my studies. After graduation, I had a job that could support myself or earn a lot of money. I married someone who had sex with others as my wife, lived a busy life, and then raised my own children. I am afraid of this kind of life. Is it just for these reasons that I studied hard in the cold window in the past 20 years, or for the sake of rights and status, and for the sake of women. In order to show others the scenery of our life, don’t you know that the jade ring is full of dust. For many days, I felt at a loss and didn’t know what on earth I was going to do? What can we do on Earth? People are great because of dreams. I have dreams, but sometimes I suddenly feel that it is a distant legend. Suddenly I looked back and thought about what a happy thing it was when I was young: going to fight, making trouble, drinking and talking about things with good brothers, etc. And how naive, pure and happy the girl who used to accompany her is. But all this is far away. I don’t know if you think about it when you are tired or painful. Will you suddenly think that the girl you once admired is in someone else’s bed. In fact, after being hurt again and again, I don’t have any hope for love. Sometimes I want to live alone in my life. But what I think more is how to live alone in a very short day? How can life have greater significance? I don’t think we should talk about these boring topics, then I will talk about literature! What on earth do we keep writing like this? If one day all the languages have withered, are you afraid? Will you cry out or commit suicide (people may laugh at my ignorance or ignorance when reading these words, but you will not.) I think I will. In my opinion, the current literature is more entertaining and beneficial, but it has disappeared an ancient feeling that gives people a plain and full heart, and also has enlightening significance. Whether we will get involved in it or not. Think about whether there is a poem in the current literature that will make you feel like reading the turtledoves of Guan Guan. When you are on the river, you can’t help it and can’t retreat for a long time. Nowadays, literature types emerge one after another, which has practical significance and inspiring significance. How many people get rid of commercial control? Maybe what kind of economy determines what kind of culture. Many people are shouting: save culture. But who is listening carefully, but who will do it seriously. Do you know that Chinese culture is more important than our own in some countries. Have you found that Korean things have been rampant in China in recent years? Why on earth? China has a long history of five thousand years and a culture of five thousand years, which is favored by many foreigners. However, we ourselves abandon the wealth left by our ancestors step by step. Will this be the grief of a nation or a country. However, we are still intoxicated in others’ culture and cheering. Should we mourn. Just like during the 5.12 earthquake, people all over the country mourned for those who died in the Sichuan earthquake. Should we reflect on ourselves? Should we also mourned in this way one day, mourning the death of this ancient nation’s culture. Maybe we shouldn’t talk about these, which is left to those who have status and rely on this to eat. It seems that there is nothing we can do, but everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the country. How can we stand aside. You know? I am upset when thinking about these questions, and I am upset when thinking about that girl; When I find that I am under my will, I will find a lot of heroes to come and see, and inspire the original animality and craziness of human beings, continue to do your own thing. Despite this, sometimes I am afraid that I can’t stick to it. This is a society with rapid economic development, and also a society that does not just create literary garbage. Where should we go. People born in the 1980 s are at a loss only when they are born in an unsuitable era. Occasionally, I found that I was born in the wrong era, and one day I talked about some problems of China now in a white crowd. My talk surprised them. I couldn’t help dancing with my hands and feet, but suddenly I thought it was really ridiculous, even if you had the talent of Kuang Fu design. Who cares about you? I ‘d better return to the simple question. We can’t live an ordinary life like them. No matter success or failure, we must create; No matter how long the road is, we must go; Even if we can’t afford to fall to the ground, in fact, it is a miracle that we can live to today. In literature, we must split those meaningless thoughts, carry forward the inheritance of classical culture, and show the hesitation of a generation and the real background of an era, to find out the exit of these problems, don’t follow others’ advice. I am very pleased to see that what you have written is becoming more and more realistic. I think I will understand those questions one day. 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