Prosperous years wind rain

The curtain of the years, the river water is mixed and the clouds are boiled, and the eaves of the building are dripping and glittering, the wine wakes up the residual light fog. The sound of the wandering heartbreak the rain is so rainy that the autumn color is green in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sleeping sound of the canopy is drizzling. The rolling curtain of the painting screen, the breeze invading the cold, the cold fragrance was washed everywhere, the thrill of Thunder, the Lightning and the sound did not see the dust dancing. Listening to the rhythm of the wind, the rhythm is beating, the lovesickness is helpless, listening to the whisper of the rain, soft and charming, warm hands and light oars. Lie down, still listen to the wind listen to Thunder listen to the rain. Enjoy the clouds and the moon by the fence, lean against the building and listen to the wind and rain. Poetry and fragrant ink in tow, romantic sad wear que. Ticking, overturn the sunny day. Red candle curtain blanket pillow, concise shack comic painting. A foreign land mid-autumn rabbit round, faint mountains copy silhouette. Call the cloud to call out the nectar and Jade liquor wine, laugh and drink the natural and unrestrained flow of life. Light melancholy light caused, a let go a ray of detached; Bustling when Hugh? The petals are as bright as rain. Listen to Lei Xiaozhu listen to the wind Pavilion listen to the rain garden, the wind, thunder and rain shake the drunken poetic craziness. Hold your breath gently, and slowly control your excitement. The corner of the small street turns, and the lonely alley in the shabby alley; The romantic charm of getting wet with clothes comes from the faint. Early and thin, and late. Banana Rose bamboo shadow listening to the rain, wind gathered in all directions light cold dance. Yayun green tea is carefully dotted until dusk, drinking all the fairy dew, and sucking the sobering feeling; Drunk the best sound of the Tung leaves in the whole court. Wind ting lei hope of reunion among friends, Acacia Xu Li impact total shear west window candle. Every bit of it gathered into a river, and the autumn pool lingboge rose wildly. The left eye is the dance of the wind, and the right eye is the sound of the rain. The left hand holds the Leichen in the palm tightly, and the right hand protects the icy heart. The wind was holding the rain, and the clear and sweet knocking on the window lattice played the notes which were sometimes slow, sometimes low and sometimes high. Frequency dream autumn pool add melody, a song of music and dance for thousands of years Sing Blue Bridge. The mountains were empty, windy and gentle, and white beads jumped into the boat. The cloud is broken, and the shadow of the tree is vivid. Wind master rain knock autumn, forest jade flute where to find? Wash the dirt to achieve Zen, listening to the wind and rain is also a reference to Buddhism. I feel relaxed and happy to decorate my emotions and chat to place my good wishes. Indifferent for water, and lonely wind rain sleep to get drunk. gui ke and flowers bloom, hometown missing cloud Cirrus easy. Life is a seed; It takes root wherever it falls. Wind light red floating palm, misty rain thunder thousand peaks risen and fallen. Relying on the fragrance of Lotus, the fragrance is luxuriant and reduced, and the maple color is attacked. Lotus, Lotus, a little concerned about cloud and smoke. When the rain hit the plantain, the sound was broken, and the picture screen made the piano wear through the rain curtain. The grass retreats, and the light is full of vitality; The harvest is full of infatuated feelings. The sadness of the rain Bell mixed with the sorrow of green, red and thin, marching on the journey of the Phoenix rain at dusk; Mixed with the singing of the blue boat which could not carry the sadness, whose thousand years of rain and wind last night continued? Listen to the wind and the rain, and smell the lotus fragrance and light strings. No disease, no temperature, no fire, calm, calm, fresh water. The years of listening to the wind and rain gathered the scattered mood; Condensed a drop of Acacia Pearl. Focus on describing your feelings, highlighting the silhouette of missing in the setting sun. Portray tears in eyes, and paint deep blue with heavy colours. Pure and bright thoughts did not resort to deceit, and their color was bleak and smoky, and the melancholy wind and rain of autumn; Lonely and speechless. Rustling wind rain, recession a soft rain Symphony. Listening quietly on the floor, a strange remote and profound. Everything has its charm, let alone the wind and rain? Delicate, affectionate, gentle and romantic, purely restraining the desire of prosperity. Listening to the sound of wind and rain, staring at the mysterious crystal world woven by gold, silver and thread. Magnificent meditation, listening to the wind and rain in the prosperous years; Amazing eyes tell a wonderful glimpse. 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…

Wheat harvest and college entrance examination

In June, the temperature rose and the flowing gold was like fire. No matter judging from the focus topics that the news media pay attention to, or their own life experience, they all know that the busy Wheat harvest season in rural areas is coming. Because of the college entrance examination and school holidays, I felt oppressed at home and suddenly felt the urge to go back to my hometown. Normally speaking, as a teacher, I should pay more attention to my old career and pay more attention to the college entrance examination. To be honest, for hammering wooden bridge of college entrance examination, your heart filled with awe. Of course, I understand the significance of college entrance examination for the majority of examinees. Because of this, there is a feeling that paying too much attention is a kind of burden and torture. Comparatively speaking, it may be a good choice to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and the lingering of the ups and downs of the college entrance examination, so that one’s mind can temporarily convert to the vast wilderness in the countryside. After all, I came out from the countryside with the root system in the countryside. Only when I was far away from it did I feel that it was becoming more and more strange there. Returning to the place that I used to be familiar with is not so much an impulsive thought as a kind of self-call of inner instinct. Urban and rural buses finally drove out of the city and rushed forward. The seats in the car were full of people, both men and women, old and young. Just now, when waiting for the car, there was bright sunshine outside the window, which was extremely anxious; Although the window was open, all kinds of smells mixed together in the car, it was still like a steamer. Hot dead. Most passengers were full of sweat, some murmured in a low voice, and some kept shaking with newspapers and small fans in their hands. When will it depart? Someone asked. The driver looked at the watch and said: there are still five minutes left. At that time, a middle-aged man with a dark face trotted all the way to get on the bus. A pungent sweat spread out and stuck in the air. At the door of the car, a white girl wearing a dress frowned and turned her face away. The small paper fan in her hand kept swaying. Hey, brother Hui, have you entered the city too? The driver turned around and shouted enthusiastically. Ah, Xiaochun, it’s you. The middle-aged man just sat down, owed himself and said, “My daughter has just settled down for the college entrance examination this year. No, you have to hurry back, the wheat in the field is still waiting to be harvested. With the conversation between the middle-aged man and the driver getting louder and louder, the people in the car seemed to have forgotten the heat and started to talk: grab the seeds, subsidize the grain, and raise the price of agricultural materials, urban and rural buses, such as college entrance examination volunteers, famous brands and so on, were bumping on the country roads, and the wheels raised the dust all over the sky. Looking through the glass window, it was the busy Wheat harvest season, and there was a busy scene in the wheat field: countless combine harvesters were roaring, and many figures were in a hurry; The harvest of the smooth wheat stubble was endless, the long rubber hose is like a long dragon circling around in the middle, spouting out the clear well water and the dry earth to absorb freely and greedily, accumulating energy for the seeding below; the unharvested wheat rose and fell in the dry wind, picking up a large piece of dazzling light, which had already fulfilled the saying “fried beans with burnt wheat”, full of golden eyes. Out of the window, despite the cool wind blowing in, I still felt the heat and dryness. It is true that the whole field is filled with the mixed smell of turbid, anxious, mature and pungent, and the familiar smell of wheat that has been lost for a long time, which is not out of reach, it obviously fills the whole body. I am thinking: At this moment, the examinees who take part in the college entrance examination are writing hard on papers one by one in the spacious and bright classroom, they are cultivating their own land and their parents and families (especially farmers, the largest group in China) are also being tested and baptized by wheat harvest in the fields. I once released my dream, but now I am looking forward to the harvest. This is the common pursuit of people and every ordinary worker. 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…

Remember the ninth of collecting fragments (memory about geological team)

I remember that in the early 1980 s, a geological team was stationed in our village. The dormitory of the geological team was settled in the west wall of the Grand Theater in the village, which was a dozen gray canvas tents. At that time, the stage was in the middle of the south of the theater, and there were opera singing in February and June every year. There are more than ten bungalows in the north of the theater, which is the village committee. Usually, The Open Theater is the place where children in the village play. Our village is a village with less than two thousand people. Although it is not isolated, it is rare to see a real foreigner at ordinary times. But now, a team of dozens of people, all with foreign accent, driving a truck, carrying instruments and tools that the villagers have never seen in their whole lives, and the young people in the team dressed up strangely, let people surprised. Naturally, just the actions of some people became the center of discussion among villagers. I remember it was summer evening, and the afterglow of the sun still shone on this quiet mountain village on weekdays. The habit of villagers is that at this time, just after having dinner, some people are chatting in front of the courtyard. Suddenly from the direction of the theater came the music which was so fast that people were about to jump out. The music spread over the village, stirring the peace and tranquility of the village as the past, this is by no means the soothing and tactful tune of Bangzi on North Road, which is invited on February 2 in the village every year. All the children in the village went to watch the scene of bustle, and there were some adults. There was a square iron box in the open space in front of the tent of the Geological Team. There were many buttons and lights flashing outside. The music ran out of that iron guy. What was more surprising was that there were four or five young men and women wriggling crazily with the music. There was a man scalding his hair and a pair of trousers with wide corners. You should know that such a person must be a hooligan in the movie, and finally must be handcuffed by the policemen in white. At first, people were curious, and some elderly ears who were ashamed couldn’t stand it. Then they were dissatisfied with the strange behaviors of those young people and muttered and left. Some young people and children are still curious and unwilling to leave. Later, I knew that the iron box was called a recorder, the twisting dance was called disco, and the surprisingly large trousers were called Bell pants. When it was dark, they took out their flashlight and continued until the evening. This is the case for several consecutive nights. Rural people sleep early, and some old people get used to sleeping at seven or eight o’clock. They couldn’t stand it any more, so they gave advice to the village cadres. The village cadres told the geological team. Later, those young people seldom played music and danced outside. Disco didn’t become popular in our place until I went to high school. Of course this is something. Although some villagers disliked the weird behaviors of those young people, they thought that they were knowledgeable after all and would not criticize them face to face. However, in private, there were a lot of criticisms and worries, fearing that the young people in the village would learn badly. As expected, a young man in the village also went to the town to order a bell-bottoming trousers and wore them out of the village. Her mother chased and beat him from the south end of the village to the north of the village, A lot of villagers were watching the scene of bustle nearby, laughing and pointing. Although there are some dissatisfaction mentioned above, the villagers still envy these people in the geological team more. For the people of the geological team, they may suffer from permanent residence, but for some farmers who have no way to walk out of this village 50 kilometers away in their whole lives, they dare not and cannot imagine the excitement of the outside world, while these people wander in different places all the year round. The recognized villagers also like to listen to the experienced people in the geological team talking about some experiences and news from different places. Looking at these foreigners with infinite scenery, when I was young, I was full of infinite yearning for the vast world outside the village, when I grow up in the future, whether I have the chance to go to that world or not, I feel deeply desperate. A girl who committed suicide in a well. I don’t know that this girl has never met. One morning, an early villager went to the well in the village to fetch water. The well is located in the southeast corner of the theater in the village, which is about 100 meters away from the dormitory of the geological team. The terrain around the well is a little low and concave down. The villagers hung a well rope on the bucket, and the bucket entered the well, but suddenly found a person floating on the water in the well. The well in the village is not deep, and the bottom of the well is about two Zhang from the wellhead. The bottom of the well can be seen clearly. It is a woman floating! The villagers hurriedly called other people, tied the rope into the well and took the woman up. She was a young girl! But people have already lost their breath and died for a long time. Someone recognized the girl in the geological team, and there was a left letter left by a girl near the well. Later, it was rumored in the village that the girl was bullied by the team leader. Later, the county public security bureau sent someone to know the situation. Someone in the geological team took away the girl’s body, and I remembered that there seemed to be someone coming from the girl’s home. It is not clear how things will follow up. I haven’t seen the girl’s body. I don’t know if she is the disco dancer in the open space in summer evening. This event shocked the village so much that the villagers talked about the topic for quite a long time. About the girl’s life experience, the content of the legacy letter and the handling behind the matter all gave the villagers the opportunity to add fuel and vinegar. There were rumors in the village that one night he saw a girl sitting alone by the well with a blurry face. Others said that they once heard the cry of a girl in the well. The sweet and superstitious old lady in the village said that the girl’s soul was caught by the ghosts and gods in the well and stayed at the bottom of the well, so she couldn’t go home. People with good intentions went to the well to burn incense and paper to pray, praying for the little God in the well to let the girl’s ghost go home. Maybe it really came true. No one in the village saw the girl sitting alone by the well at the Moonlight Night, and no one heard the cry of the woman from the well. Because of this, the villagers didn’t go to the well to fetch water for several months, instead, they went to the stream in the west of the village. The dead girl complained more about this. Gradually, we didn’t know who to start from, and everyone recovered to carry water in the well. I also went to fetch water when I was fourteen or fifteen years old. Sometimes looking at the green well water, I couldn’t help thinking: whether the young girl who had been wronged in other places has returned to her parents peacefully now! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Last Train

I didn’t know where the courage suddenly came from. I turned around one by one and threw the book to my brother. I was already on the last bus. Looking at the lights getting farther and farther, watching the line they lined up alone, like the shadow waiting in the dark night, only at this time can we see the twists and turns of this road clearly. We never knew how many strange faces came and went were sent away by this bus. It roared across the tunnel to foreshadow the river; We could never see clearly the face reflected on the window. Who wrote the dry yesterday, opposite, left, right. It was too late to put some change in my pocket and charge the phone. When the car just happened to catch up, I suddenly felt that it should be satisfied because I didn’t know the purpose, because I don’t know whether it’s worth or not. On the journey of loneliness and not loneliness, there was a smiling face accompanying me, which gave me a lot of sunshine, and then I told myself proudly that we were on the way. Eyes may sometimes be quietly blurred by tears, not for sadness or happiness, and feelings are appropriate. When I woke up in the morning, I suddenly found that my eyes were swollen, and the life of downtime seemed to be a little at a loss. I couldn’t answer the text message I received, and I couldn’t call or surf the Internet. I really laughed at that time. Looking out of the window, the rumbling sound of coming and passing suddenly made me uncomfortable. Instead, it turned over and over. Finally, I could get through the sunshine pouring down my window and wet my desire, touch the tip of my finger and let her flow down my hair. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and begged for the five yuan that the boss said I would return last night. I gave up my small nest for a couple. At that moment, I also felt happy, watching their happy smiles. There is a Wanzhou ramen