Into life

When I walked into life, I didn’t know that I had already started the journey of life; How wonderful and warm that ignorance should be! The adorable life lay in the womb carefree. As for the state of my mother, I don’t understand, and I don’t care about things beyond myself; I have my own thing to do, that is to consume my mother unconsciously with my whole body, develop a baby who doesn’t know what the heart and lung are, moist and has clear eyebrows and eyes. On the day when I walked out of my mother’s womb, I was exactly the same as others. I wanted to cry, crying loudly! How warm and quiet the mother is! Do you eat, drink, sleep, excrete? You don’t have to worry about the size and size, which is a completely idealized natural enjoyment process of communism. I don’t need to know anything or do anything. For example, study, work, love, the comfort and laziness of running for ten months, giving up once, which is really hard to give up! I don’t need to open my eyes to know that I have been integrated into this complicated world. Why don’t you cry with your mouth open? I don’t want to go out and live in the world so as to accept suffering; I don’t want! Some people say, who says that newborn children don’t understand the world? I don’t understand. Why did she cry? I said, this is the first big event in my life, and I have to protest. When I live well, I can pretend to be deaf and dumb, to be stupid, and when I come to life from now on, can I still pretend gracefully? Who is elegant and who is a fool! (Look, how greedy and selfish human nature is!) There were also some owners who could bear it or were so angry that they didn’t say a word. At this time, the midwife must pinch her thin shank, lift it upside down and slap her hands on the little pink ass. Not to cry? Do you think you are enjoying your happiness? Wow cry! I don’t know whether other lives cry or not, but the Emperor cries. The eyes are not eyes, nose or nose, and how ugly they are. We twist them hard. Why bother? This is not, I was beaten before I got it. Life is really hard! I cried, but I didn’t say anything. What do I want to do in my heart, but I just don’t say. A crying word can solve many complicated things. Eat, drink, pull, cry! Uncomfortable cry! Unhappy cry! To give my mother or others a smile is to cheat them to take better care of me. Lai, Lai is relaxed day by day, and his talent tells me that enjoying music is like sounds of nature, which doesn’t need to be taught by people at all. I don’t want to grow up. Babbling is not what I expected; Learning is not what I expected. These are all variations of notes that go to suffering. People try every means and sing songs to lure me to go. It was a trap, but I just didn’t realize it. Some of them were muddled for a while, like a fish chasing the bait, forgetting the crisis; Some of them were forced to have no choice but to eat involuntarily, so they had to be hungry, unable to walk and bullied. I threw my heart out and fell down without saying anything. How many people have come here from generation to generation, can I avoid customs? Everyone says that immortals are good, but as immortals, don’t you have to endure hardship and practice ceaselessly, which is said to cost a lifetime of hardship. Just be a mortal. Go to school, work and work, have bitterness and happiness, what a long and long journey! I often feel so painful that I don’t know how to face myself. However, sometimes, I am full of happiness. This is mostly in the journey of life, and I get a satisfactory result after I work hard for something. But this is not an invincible flower in life. So I said, who can say that everyone’s life is full of pleasure as the leading role? Seeing my friends yesterday, I went to huangquan with great efforts today. I felt that life was so fragile and short-lived and vulnerable. Walking on the journey alive, I feel that life is so long and tasteless, indifferent; Smelly, Happy (but not much). Compared with the two compartments, I seem to think that living healthily means getting a lot of advantages of life. Thinking like this, I can’t tell whether I am grateful or sad, lucky or sad? Through the wind and rain of life, through the changes of life, I never consciously walked into life, to consciously feel life, during which I struggled for life, through year by year, day by day, I know clearly that there is a hand (is it the hand of God) around me, and I always lose myself again and again. It’s not my fault. Everyone is right. When I walked into life, the pain and helplessness of life were spread and implemented naturally, and I couldn’t choose. Do you have to hesitate to understand life? Don’t. Face bravely, walk firmly, sing with fencing! The haze in the sky is temporary, and the rough road can be conquered. Thinking about the gift of mother and belly to life, thinking about the brilliance of the sun in my heart, I (we) should go forward without hesitation! 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…

Who is my 12000th visitor in QQ space

From 2009 nian 1 yue 12 ri 13:56 open QQ SPACE since it was my divorce after soul home, is also my soul. The world has its own true feelings, and I am bathed in the love of everyone. I often linger here! I have entertained guests from all over the world and made many friends here. We care and help each other, thus making my life colorful and full of sunshine. Life is long and time flies. Three years have passed in a flash, and I have gone through 1213 days in QQ space. Up to now, I have published and reprinted 154 pages of logs in QQ space, and there are as many as 1500 articles written by myself at will. I am attracted the attention of many netizens by those rough words. The most important thing is that QQ space has changed my life. My QQ space visitor traffic has been rising very slowly, and the popularity index is not high. Never Baidu Space blog audience flow multi-, where visitors beyond the 350,000, equivalent to a community forum. My QQ space has achieved Yellow Diamond Level 7 in the past, but because of a criminal case of fraud by netizens, I left and closed my QQ space sadly on November 06th, 2010, it was not until June 20, 2011 that my mood gradually calmed down that I unsealed and returned to QQ space, the home of my heart. After a period of pause, my yellow diamonds in QQ space were gone. I was less enthusiastic about QQ space and more lazy. I didn’t take good care of QQ space any more. After each article is published, it is no longer as elaborate as before to insert pictures with flash or music, making the page full of vitality and agility. Therefore, there are fewer and fewer new and old friends coming to my space. I have already forgotten who is my 5000th visitor? Who is the 10000th visitor? I don’t care much about the amount of visitor traffic. This QQ space and Baidu Space blog are not my professional enterprise portals, but I just listen to music and smel words by myself, leave the trace of sadness and happiness in your life, and record the platform of true feelings and feelings in your inner world. My QQ space and Baidu Space blog are a piece of original pastoral scenery deep in my heart. In the past, many netizens in the world knew and understood me. I once sat alone in front of the computer, listening to songs and tasting music in countless midnight waking up, dancing to the screen, tapping the keyboard with both hands and flying words, chattering about my joys and sorrows, tears in my heart. My fresh words are like flowing clouds and flowing water. With the words rolling up and down my fate, my heart is filled with love stories. If you look back, you can see the loneliness of my feelings. If you look back, you can see the tears in my heart flowing into a river. If you look back, you can see me face life with a smile. A farewell song, Butterfly Dance canyang. Order to sunrise! Order to rainbow! The biggest advantage of words is that they can make themselves recall the people and things that have happened, and watch a TV series describing the years of life like a Buddha statue. The story didn’t end, and there was no ending. A scene was just beginning. I filled my mood with words in the back garden of my heart in QQ space, my diary records my life footprints. I also met many respectable and lovely netizens in QQ space, and got support and love from many people. I was stimulated and inspired by passionate comments and messages from the bottom of my heart. I sincerely thank all of you for coming to my space to visit and share the details of life with me. Although most of the visiting netizens have never met each other, they leave me a kind feeling of friendship. No matter whether your comments are good or bad, I can feel a different kind of care and warmth from them. Nowadays, there are more and more netizens entering my QQ space. I can’t remember many of them, especially those who often change their net names. I can’t tell who they are. I only chat with people on the Internet occasionally. My QQ is always hidden, and I seldom visit my netizens and their QQ space. Since I signed a ten-year agreement with two literary websites, “red sleeves add fragrance” in Beijing and “prose online” in Shaoxing, it has become a false agreement, my spare time becomes less and less. If the netizen has something to say to me, as long as I leave a message on QQ, I will definitely reply when I see it. Everyone is striving for their own ideals and running for their livelihood. There is no need to worry too much about who has forgotten who and who has left out who? If you can understand each other, you may be more open-minded.? This afternoon, I returned home after finishing my work outside. Once I opened the QQ login space, I found that my 12000th visitor was actually my Netizen. She was at 16: I came to visit at 42 o’clock. I couldn’t help feeling delighted! Coincidentally, these integer visitors are good friends that I am familiar with in the virtual world and in real life. The 1000th visitor is don’t forget me, from Shijiazhuang, Hebei. The 2000th visitor is a passionate time, a native of Shangyu, my friend. The 4000th visitor is Hungary, who lives in a foreign country. The 12000th visitor is Wu Cun, the leader of my residence committee. She dignified and generous, appearance beautiful, temperament Shujing and tenderness, this is a such as blue-like elegant, such as Narcissus like quiet, such as Lily pure 30-year-old woman. I know that in the future, there will be more visitors to my space. What is valuable and touching is not the number of visitors themselves, but this strong sincere friendship. Please don’t act in a hurry, hope you can let me know who you are? Leave me eternal and beautiful memories! Along the way, I would like to thank all the netizens, friends and friends who supported me. Your love for me makes me feel extremely honored. I am willing to build a bridge of friendship between each other through the Internet platform. I wish all friends and friends who know and don’t know happy and happy every day! 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…

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…

Late at night, I walked on the road

The midnight of June was already hot, and the moon was hazy and distant. At 1 o’clock in the morning, the city did not sleep. There were a lot of hot air in the food stalls along the road. A stall owner with a full face of oil was frying fried rice with eggs while greeting me: Girl, see what to eat. I shook my head with a smile and walked away. A middle-aged woman nearby shouted loudly with a strong Anhui accent: fried powder, fried noodles, fried rice, and then heard someone saying, hehe, Anhui, fellow villager. Then there was a burst of noisy laughter. There were two young guys playing barbecue in that house, who liked playing music with the stereo. Maybe it meant soliciting guests, just like that woman from Anhui. Some stall owners were very quiet, just like the one selling duck necks, who just leaned on his car quietly, waiting for his guests. He is very enthusiastic even if there is business. I like the stall where there is a Santana doll, and the inside and outside of the car are filled with large and small cloth dolls, which are very cute. The stall owner is sometimes a young woman, sometimes a young guy. Occasionally, a couple will choose in front of the stall. Every time I passed by it, I couldn’t help looking at it. I am thinking that I will bring a big doll home someday. There are several stalls with fruits, all of which are crowded together. The stall owner was very enthusiastic and greeted everyone. I feel embarrassed every time because I have never bought their fruits. I am not used to buying things late at night. But today I suddenly want to buy something. I stopped in front of a fruit stand and someone handed me a bag to introduce seasonal fruits. But I chose a few apples. I like apples. I always stubbornly like something. Just like this apple, I didn’t want to eat at that time, but I still bought it. Maybe this is the habit. A girl was drunk, squatting on the roadside and spitting wildly. An unpleasant smell pierced into the nose. Women who don’t go home late at night are mostly tired. Another woman passed by me with high heels. The strong smell of perfume and powder slightly covered up the unpleasant smell. It seemed that I was tired to walk, so I slowed down. An old man who stepped on a tricycle greeted me and asked me if I wanted a car. I shook my head. For the sake of life, they are so busy, and I am not? The street lamps in the community are different from those outside. The lights on the road outside are flashing yellow, while the lights in the community are pale and pale. A couple hugged as if no one was near the street lamp. An orange taxi drove slowly past them, dragging their shadows long. The shadows of the two are intertwined, like ghosts. Ha ha, how can it be a ghost? I think to muck. This city is still strange after all. Just like this phoenix tree beside me, I knew him, but he definitely didn’t know me. There are too many people passing by him every day. I know what he can’t remember. In the past, every time I went to a fun place, I tried every means to keep my footprints and engraved my name on the wall of the tree and any possible place. It seems that if you carve your name on it, it will not be forgotten. At 1 o’clock in the morning, I was walking on the road. I know that many people have fallen asleep peacefully at this time, and those who have not slept are also leisurely lying in bed watching TV. I also know that there are people walking on the way home like me at this time, and there are still people who don’t go home. In fact, it takes five minutes to get home, but I always like to walk the five minutes in ten minutes. It seems that only these ten or five minutes are truly mine. When going to work, the leader would say that he should be careful about what to do. When he arrived home, his sister would say that he had to pay the rent and what to buy. All these make me feel very painful. Sometimes I despise myself very much, I am a complete layman, but I can’t accept those vulgar things. I am a person who can’t live. 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…