Edge of Life and Death redemption

Wandering on the edge of life and death of tangled sadness, pain and helplessness, those things wrapped around our hearts devoured us bit by bit. Seek the true meaning of love in life and the original meaning of life. Save the breath of the essence of heaven and earth, and redeem the soul and body that originally belonged to oneself. The low voice-over of Christianity holding the Bible in the distant place repeated tirelessly: everyone needs redemption. The characteristic of our nature is guilt: because all the people have committed crimes and lost the glory of God. The redemption of Christ frees us from sin and gains God’s grace. Because of the redemption of Christ Jesus, we are justified in vain. We admit that we are guilty, but it is not Christ who helps to redeem us; It is our thoughts that dominate our souls to redeem our hearts. Open your palm and hold your pen of thinking tightly, and knock your own words and the tenacious existence of the sun, moon and stars. You said that my language was like the rustling and wailing in the desolate wilderness, which was stubborn, cruel, ignorant and bloodthirsty and penetrated into people’s hearts. The gentleness in decadence fell into the cold despair in the Arctic, and my redemption was so superficial and naive; It was like the helpless crying of the baby waiting for feeding in the infant. The redemption implied in the weakness froze the thinking of wisdom, and the greed of nature attached to the body of soul. Fear of the world will not give up the desire and seize it for yourself, who will not withdraw from the silly smile idiot-like happy life? However, the sense of guilt which could not be released finally came up with low oppression like dark clouds, rubbing the heavy lightning and thunder. Wandering on the other side of the edge of life and death, tossing and turning, high and low ECG-like thinking; Review this bloody moisturizing. One foot suddenly stepped into the air and quickly touched the ink-colored water that provoked the Devil’s Sea. Who held my body with his hands and eyes? Suddenly, the internal force generated by burst out turned into cloud and mist, which spreaded in my mind. The inertia servant fell in his soft arms, and who spoiled his eyes when he touched the pain? One hand came back to my heart, which was persistent and quiet, and slowly smoothed the anxious gasp, with gentle notes of encouragement and praise flowing in my eyes. The ending sound touched a flash of thought and suddenly understood your redemption and gentleness. Mercy and true love coexist, as if the dazzling dawn led me out of the black desperate destruction; Wake up the helpless cold extreme. After a hundred years of sleeping and waking up, the fragments of those dreams still fly over the eyebrows from time to time; Scratch the soft thoughts intentionally or unintentionally. The wavering mood fell into the dark abyss and was forced to drink the sad liquid made of pain and suffering. The pale inspiration shot unspeakable bullets and drew a sad curve. The siege crisis waved a hammer and hit the dark door fiercely. The fates of the Floating World represent the vivid desire for the redemption of light, and love and pain are carried on the shoulders to balance the sight of weight. The emotional redemption intertwined in the deep heart broke a bright and fresh radiance. The last light of the doomsday pipe burned, hitting the purgatory-like battlefield; The veil of life covered the warm redemption and lost in the earnest hope. Cut off the crisscross pain on your body and learn to redeem yourself on the edge of life and death; Write an earth-shaking chapter of return. The redemption of the tangled road the redemption of the sad road lies on the irrevocable melancholy, and the graceful reversal is because your gentleness is the pushing hand. The charming band redeemed the sad notes, and your sounds of nature redeemed my soul on the edge of danger. I hope this raging redemption fire will burn my past, and I will get eternity in purgatory! 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…

Ten days

Eyeful unbearable san yue hi, jutou has sleep Qianshan Green. Xin Qiji’s “Man Jiang Hong”. — Inscription on one day, the returning bus finally headed to the familiar highway in my hometown. During the nearly four hours’ journey, I have been lying on the window to see the scenery outside. A long-lost scene came into view. The green everywhere was mixed with yellow durian of horses; The wind blew over the trapezoid Wheat Field with round of green waves; The poplar trees standing proudly on both sides of the road near my eyes. It is rare to be free to return to the hometown which is separated by more than 1,000 miles in this spring. It was already dusk when I got home. The black dog full of spirituality saw me from a distance and ran over from the door, sniffing around me. Wagging his tail, he jumped towards me happily. He entered the house and headed straight to Grandpa’s bedroom. He spoke to me. His voice was weak, and his eyes were white. Mouth but did not forget with smile. The local specialties I brought back were for my father’s delicious food, while my mother left my favorite hometown dishes for me. After eating, I fell asleep. I slept soundly in this sleep. On the sunny spring morning of the valley on the second day, I went to the fields in the Valley ditch with my parents to plant corn. My mother and I arrived first. In the Valley of spring, the weeds are lush. There are yellow durians everywhere. White clouds were floating in the clear blue sky, and birds echoed in the valley. I casually posed beside the durian horse. Rolling wildly on the yellow sand slope. She that shutter. I said, I will also take one for you. She stood beside the horse durian in the valley, wearing a shirt for the first summer. She looked at the camera lens with a kind smile on her face. I pressed the camera in my hand. Hear its crisp sound. After father arrived, he began to sow seeds. Small walking tractor. My father farmlands in front, while my mother and I sow in the back. Take a camera to capture a picture of farming. After the cultivation, the three men pulled a lot of small garlic in the field. This is the unique wild lettuce in yellow land. I wanted to use it to match meat to make a delicious dumpling for my grandpa. On the third day, my father bought fresh pork at dusk. My mother chopped the prepared shredded radish and pork together, and I made noodles with them. Half an hour later, the dumpling stuffing was formed. I made dumplings with my mother, and she talked to me while making dumplings. After a while, dumplings instantly became ducks rushed to the pond. When the water boils, the land is added with cold water. I cooked it for several times. When I opened the pot again, I turned my belly one by one, and the fat and lovely dumplings were sunk. It’s time to take it out of the pot. Bring it to Grandpa’s bowl. He only ate half a bowl, about 20. Dumplings are his favorite food in daily life. At this time, he just ate a little and then came out because of illness. My mother and I ate it. Dumplings tender and delicious. In the north, dumplings are the food for family reunion on New Year’s Eve. Kneeling the dough, rolling the leather and wrapping the stuffing. I have my mother and grandfather. He is good at cooking. Bowls of hot dumplings went out of the pot. The family got together for dinner. He had to eat a little for the dog circling around him and the cat crawling around, so that he could move the chopsticks himself. I can never forget those years and past events. On the fourth day of the quarrel, Grandpa vomited violently during lunch. The vomit is some clear-water sputum. Seeing his uncomfortable appearance, my angina rose. I discussed the problem of treating him with my parents. A word of disagreement caused a dispute. I was extremely excited, hysterical and uncontrollable. My mother said that she was older. There is no way. It is because of this argument. It is difficult for ordinary people to understand his feelings. I don’t want to hear any unlucky words. On the morning of the 5th, my father Yun invited a famous old Chinese medicine doctor hundreds of miles away. Hold grandpa to the sofa in the living room and sit down. The old doctor of Traditional Chinese Medicine looked at Grandpa’s pulse, looked at his appearance, and checked his abdomen with instruments. Frail, all diseases-ridden. This is result. Father went to take medicine with the old Chinese medicine. Grandpa lay down on ruanli’s cane chair and basked in the sun. Half an hour later, my father took the medicine back. Traditional Chinese Medicine, Western medicine, tonic medicine. My grandfather and I said, after taking these medicines, your illness will definitely get better. On the 6th, the spring sunshine for manicure was warm in the yard. Occasionally, there is a slight wind to help, wearing a little coolness. Grandpa sat on the cane chair. I am beside him. His spirit today looks good. I thought to myself that the old Chinese medicine doctor had good medical skills. He looked through his palm, looking at it. I said, what are you looking? He said, cut the nails. I went into the house to fetch nail clipper. His nails are thick and long. I cut it carefully. He asked him while cutting: Does it hurt. He shook his head. Then I cut it boldly. After cutting, he looked at it. Satisfactory down. The only time to repair his nails. On the 7th, seedlings are sold, seedlings are sold. Hearing the shouting, I took a broom and ran to the gate to look out. It turned out that there were people selling seedlings in Fuzi, pushing bicycles and shouting at the head of the village. After a while, someone went around. I hurried to join in the fun, threw down the broom in my hand and ran there. Tomato seedling one foot high, green pepper and eggplant with one finger high. I looked at it and took one each. How much? I asked. 2-dollar. The seller answered. A how many? The neighbor standing next to me asked. 20 trees. Pretty cheap. I thought about it in my heart. It’s so expensive, isn’t it cheaper? The neighbor told me the starting price. The Miao seller didn’t talk, just smiled. I paid the money and went home with the booty. It is close to noon that planting is not easy to survive. I found a shade in the yard and put it down. I was about to get up to cook lunch when I heard Grandpa’s voice coming from behind. Get blisters. I found a basin and filled it with water. Soak the roots of these young plants wrapped in soil into the water. I looked back at Grandpa and said, “is that all right? He nodded. After lunch, I had a nap. At dusk, the sun finally did not poison. My mother just came back. We went to transplant those seedlings in the vegetable field. Mother can’t change the nagging problem. I thought the tomato seedling was too big for a while, and I thought the eggplant seedling was too small for a while. After planting, I went to carry water to irrigate. Grandpa, enjoying the cool, watched me running around. He went to the ground with a walking stick and looked at the vegetables. He lay on his cane chair with a stick. After his illness, he spoke less. I want to know how isolated it is. Is it like this weak seedling in the wind? On the 8th, after getting up in the morning, my mother had already prepared millet porridge. She and her grandfather had already eaten aside. I just didn’t see my father everywhere. My dad? I asked. I went to the door, my mother answered. I washed my face and combed my hair in front of the mirror. Then I took a bowl and ate millet porridge. Ni Zi, pick some locust flowers for you to eat? My father came back with an empty bowl. Standing in the yard, he saw me eating and called me the nickname he called me big when I was young. He said with a smile. Ah! Acacia flowers are blooming, can you eat it? I was surprised to ask. Can. Father said. Good! Then I will also pick it. Go! Father put the bowl in his hand on the windowsill. I pleased bad. I dropped the bowl in my hand and changed a pair of shoes. He took a basket and went out with his father. Ah, if it is really acacia flowers. Before I saw the locust tree, the fragrance floated over. Sweet, light, very good smell. Arrived, arrived, saw locust tree. It turned out to be a small forest beside the pigsty. Hits shapes. On the branches, strings of white as snow and budding locust flowers were embraced by the leaves of locust, which were very attractive. There are also some blooming locust flowers, dancing gently in the breeze like butterflies. Father took a scyck to pick those corns and hooks down. I squatted on the ground and picked it up in the basket. After a while, it was full. You must be confused, right? Why don’t you want those flowers that have already blossomed. This is because these unopened flower buds are the most nutritious and the most tender entrance. When I got home, I couldn’t wait to pull down the string of locust flowers. Put it in the water and clean it. I couldn’t help grabbing it and putting it into my mouth. A sweet taste came from the bottom of my heart. Locust flowers mixed with flour, mixed with scallions, and then put salt and sesame oil to stir well. Made into Acacia dumplings. Near noon, Acacia dumplings were cooked in a pot and steamed for twenty or ten minutes. The whole family gathered together to eat. Grandpa’s appetite is better than usual. What a rare delicacy. On the 9th, when the leek cake helped grandpa who came out of the toilet to walk, he saw the leek growing vigorously in the vegetable field. Grandpa stopped to have a look, shouting vaguely. Do you want to eat leek cake? I asked. Well. He a. Once I sent my grandfather home, I went to the vegetable field to cut leeks. The spring leeks have a strong smell and a local flavor. Remove the Cut leeks carefully. After washing in water, cut it with a knife. Mix the chopped leeks with the fried eggs and the soaked sweet potato noodles. Put salt, add some spices and drip some sesame oil. The delicious leek stuffing is ready. With cold water and surface. Make dumplings and heat the oil pan. In the evening, when my father and mother came back, a pot of cooked leek cakes was waiting for them. It is crispy outside the Coke, and fragrant with leeks. Ten days of departure in a blink of an eye, the vacation I asked for with the company arrived. I will return to Shanghai this day. You need to take a bus to Zhengzhou and then transfer to Shanghai. When leaving at noon, I said goodbye to Grandpa. He was told to take medicine on time and have a good meal. I told him again and again that it would not last for a few days. I will come back to see him. He agreed. My father took me to the bus station. See that I bought a ticket and got me on the bus. Car ready to go. He got up and leave. I watched his background disappear at the corner ahead. When the car started, I finally cried sadly. 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…