Such as water of night

Counting by fingers, I have been on Fushou Mountain for the sixth time, and stayed at Fushi mountain villa for more than ten nights. I like the night of Fushou Mountain, not only because of the high altitude here, the hot summer and autumn season can make you enjoy the cool and comfortable as spring; More importantly, the night here is natural, quiet, it is refreshing and gentle, which makes my mind clear and clear, without any distractions and worries. Here, no matter walking on the mountain path, listening to the singing of insects and frogs, smelling the fragrance of mountain flowers, or looking up at the stars that seem to be poked by bamboo poles on the Moonlight floor, and the planes flying in the night sky will make my soul receive pure baptism and edification again and again. Once, I saw my brother walking on the mountain road and saw the instant beauty when the sun went down. My heart seemed to have an inexplicable shock. That was the most beautiful sunset scene I had ever seen for the first time in my life. The bright red sun is like a fiery red ball with gorgeous colors. It seems that it is unwilling to leave for a long time. Although what appears in front of us is the instant glory and beauty, but I seem to feel the lingering feelings of sunset. The municipal Writers Association has held the golden autumn pen meeting in Fushou Mountain for three consecutive times. There are many new faces in this year’s PEN fair. Most of the young authors are going to Fushou Mountain for the first time. Of course, they have to go to see that beautiful canyon. I have traveled four or five times in this canyon called Yuanxi. It seems that I always have a feeling of never getting bored with it. First Fu Shoushan is 2006 nian late summer, municipal federation organization writers and artists to Apple Hill folk songs. At that time, Fushi Villa had just been completed. Although it was drizzling in the sky, we still went to the canyon. The scene had been engraved in my heart, lingering in dreams many times. At that time, I wrote an essay named “wind and rain Fu Shou Shan”. After it was published in the supplement of evening news and online, the magazine “network works” was selected. Later, every time I went to Fushou Mountain, I went to visit the upstream Canyon again. Every time I had different feelings and new experiences, and at the same time, there was always a small incident. We went up along the canyon, one after another beautiful scenery made everyone happy and immersed in incomparable happiness. Especially the young authors, they did not let go of every immortal scenery in the canyon, and fixed themselves in that beautiful natural landscape. Mr. Huang from Hunan Institute of Technology stood on a huge stone, talking and laughing with his disciples. He was really delighted. Unexpectedly, he slipped under his feet and fell into the stream, with his whole body wet. Just halfway through the canyon, he had to go back home to change his clothes. But before he finished the canyon tour, Mr. Huang seemed to be still a little unsatisfied. The next morning, therefore, Mr. Huang appreciated the beauty of the canyon again. It seemed that he really had a special liking for the canyon! At noon, a few clouds came from the sky. Soon, it began to rain. I know that the weather in the mountain is always different from that under the mountain. Sometimes it rains several times a day, but the rain comes and goes fast. Half an hour later, the rain stopped and the sun emerged from the clouds again. I couldn’t fall asleep in bed. I got up and sat in front of the door to see the mountain in front of me, so I had the idea of climbing Hu barrel Mountain. Although I have stayed in Fushi Mountain Villa at the waist of Hu barrel for more than ten nights, I have never climbed Hu barrel Mountain. I heard that Brother Ming said that he built a trail on the top of the mountain and could climb the top of the mountain in less than an hour. Therefore, I couldn’t wait to invite some young authors to climb the mountain together. Seeing the brothers of Ming and Dongming served as guides for us, the air was particularly fresh after the rain. There were deep forests and luxuriant leaves in the mountains. There was no trace of wind. We sweated like a pig one by one, but we still climbed to the top of the mountain. We stood on the huge rock on the top of the mountain and took a group photo as a souvenir. Although we were a little disdressed and embarrassed, we still felt very comfortable in our hearts. It was already over 6 o’clock when I got off the mountain. I went back to my room and took a hot bath, and then began to have dinner. The amount of exercise on this day was not small. I traveled to the canyon in the morning and climbed the mountain in the afternoon. With the delicious and unique Pingjiang cuisine, it was natural that my appetite was greatly increased. Everyone was so excited when drinking glasses, only Zhang yangqiu, who talked a lot at ordinary times, seemed to be absent-minded today and could not see a smile. After the meal, everyone still didn’t disperse, sitting in the flat outside the kitchen with constant interest chatting from place to place. When the night fell, the mountain was particularly quiet and refreshing. There was a thick mist in the jungle more than ten meters away. Bunches of long white light passed through the forest, just like searchlights. Under the light near the corner of the mountain, a dozen of male and female writers gathered around a round table, drinking tea and eating melon seeds, listening with relish to Liu Ke and Peng Jianming, two literary masters talking about today’s Bogu, from time to time, it caused a burst of cheerful laughter. As the saying goes, seventh eighth day, month more China. After a while, the Moon collapsed from the tip of Hu barrel mountain, like a curved boat rising steadily in the starry sky. I always feel that the stars in the mountain are much closer and bigger to us. A glittering star on the tip of the mountain is so bright that it seems to be close to us, it looks like a beacon hanging on the top tree. There was still a busy flight over here. The planes flew in and out. It seemed that the buzzing sound of the planes could be heard when it was quiet. I asked Jianming, what do I do at night when I write here alone? Seeing Brother Ming said that he sat in front of the door and watched the plane every night until twelve o’clock. I really admire Jianming. He lives alone on the mountain for several months every year, keeping company with the mountain wind and stars, and keeping company with words and ink. No wonder there are always so many spiritual products coming out in his works, and there is no lack of high-quality works. I finally understand the truth. Unconsciously, it was already midnight at night. A gust of mountain wind blew, and I felt a little cool on my body. I don’t know who said to have a rest. There will be a meeting tomorrow morning. So we left reluctantly and went back to our respective rooms. As soon as I entered the door, I saw Zhang yangqiu sitting by the bed, who had already returned to his room for a rest because of physical discomfort. Holding his left lower abdomen with his hands, he looked painful. He said that it might be because of the stone disease. 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Beggar

After getting out of the station, he was hungry and ate a bowl of fried noodles with eggs in front of the stall. When he paid, his face changed greatly and his hands trembled. Some old tickets in his pocket were changed into poverty relief money to help others. The recipient was fairly conscientious, and he left me an ID card that could prove me and a small ticket of 50 cents. Different places, no relatives, two lives. I felt very uncomfortable in my heart and felt really pitiful. I felt a sense of loss inexplicably. Fortunately, my meal was not much, just a bowl of noodles. When the stall owner saw that I was really stolen, he also considered himself unlucky to help me and comfort me. It was supposed to be good. After I got off the bus, I made a phone call and the salesman of the invited unit would come to the station to pick me up. Now I am embarrassed to see the host again. After all, it is the first time to meet him. Although I have talked about business several times on the phone, I am totally unfamiliar with each other, I don’t want to leave a bad impression on others. I decided to go back home. Cash is needed to buy tickets. I bust no. No ticket is allowed to enter the station. I can be described as Ellender. At this time, a disabled beggar who was in a wheelchair with his hand stopped in front of me, begging for some money. How could I have money? I was very annoyed, but I still restrained myself and said that my money was stolen, there is no money to buy the ticket now. The beggar said nothing and was ready to slide with his hands in the wheelchair. I don’t know where to get my sympathy. Isn’t there fifty cents left on me? Why not give it to him? Besides, fifty cents can’t solve my urgent needs. He is a beggar, and I am also a beggar now. I gave a wry smile and put my only fifty cents in the box of the disabled beggar. Although I don’t often go on business trips, I have also seen people at the station who have been stolen for several times and have no money to go home and are rolled up by the roadside, with notices of begging for donations beside them, there are several people who come and go to reward money. I think they are really pitiful. I didn’t expect myself to fall into this situation. I begged the station staff with my ID card and asked them to hand over my ID card and mobile phone to the flight attendants. After I arrived at the destination, I thought about buying a ticket again. The staff said that they left without precedent. Down and out, I want to cry. Time 1 minute 1 second past, sun inching down horizon, I in the waiting room outside dull stand, let off-site of the wind drove into away by my. It seemed that someone dragged me a few times, so I turned back cautiously and sensitively. It was the disabled beggar just now. He said, “Your money was really stolen. I said yes. He said,” Why did you return it to me? “he said what you said to the station staff just now before I spoke, he just heard it. The disabled beggar said and took out a pile of one yuan notes with heat from the bottom of his ass. He asked me how much the ticket was. I said, how can I take your money? It’s not easy for you. He said, “you are a good person, just buy a ticket. He gave me 50 receipts and went away in a wheelchair. I held 50 yuan tightly and watched the disabled in the wheelchair, whose cheeks became rivers. 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…

Bleak memories

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Lightly depression

I haven’t been so obsessed with the night for a long time. If my gardenia blossoms at this time, if my jasmine blossoms at this time, if that, the faint fragrance of flowers fades here, how beautiful it is, it blew away my thoughts and swept away the white paper on my hand. Ah, I hate my hair flying so hard that I can’t see clearly. I can’t find my white paper. Hi, I hate that I look for the original in the space of my flying hair. I am just a dark blue Yu Yilan alone, enjoying the beautiful moment like this background, I was quietly stunned, intoxicated with the night, intoxicated, quiet only the silk hair line is still dancing only, the moon is still on duty Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…